It’s the damnedest thing, but living with Jeff is proving to be quite educational. The dishwasher started groaning like the dog that guards the gates of hell, and Jeff said, “I think it’s the sensor. Let’s clean it.” I was dubious, but it worked fine after that. I thought there’s not even 2 thou of soap scum on it, what difference would that make? Amazing.
Gizmo sat on me for the first time on the weekend…. I forgot to mention that. I didn’t even notice when he sat down, but that might have had something to do with just getting the moving finished and being slightly brain dead.
Every day I come home on the bus thinking foodlike thoughts – what shall I make us for dinner? …. tonight I’m thinking I want to stop off at Brentwood and get some salad fixin’s and taters to pair up with pork chops. Then if I simply must start the box shifting magick.
Bad nooz…. Jarmo and the family is going to Whistler, so no fries. I’m almost tempted to go buy a deep fryer, but maybe I’ll just find something equally dripping with fat.