The rude awakening

At 1:52 this morning some bozoid rang my buzzer (which makes my phone ring, like less than two feet from my head) and said, and I quote, “I’m a good friend of the guy who lives in 431. Can you let me in?” In sepulchral tones, I replied, “I have no idea who you’re talking about” and hung up.

I’ve a mind to go abuse the guy in 431, but I won’t, he didn’t do anything.

I released two Bookcrossing books yesterday… they are gone! I am happy.

Paul and I had supper at the Himalaya last night to celebrate the fact that the house actually closed. He also brought me the camping equipment, for which I’d like to thank him. Baumfest tonight! No blogging from now until at least noon Friday unless somebody’s got wireless.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

3 thoughts on “The rude awakening”

  1. I think there must be an informal Bookcrossing happening. The other day there was a Ngaio Marsh hardcover in the bag of Tyvec mailers purchased from Office Depot. No Bookcrossing slip. I am re-reading it, on principle.
    Wonder how the cashier decided who to pass the book to. Maybe I look like a Ngaio Marsh type. Well, I am, so there’s a pleasant symmetry about the incident.

  2. Yes, absolutely congrats on the closing. I was holding my breath.
    And so glad to hear about your book crossing endeavours. I had considered doing some of that myself, seeing as the local library is not interested in any of my titles (I don’t do Harlequin Romances), but…haven’t gotten around tuit.

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