Still haven’t heard back from daughter Katie about her checking out of the cafe. I suppose I’ll hear eventually.
More addiction research. Which reminded me of this: (Pope, in case you care).
“Vice is a monster of so frightful mien
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”
There was a fingernail paring of moon in the sky this morning, clothed about the waist with diaphanous clouds.
Worked for about five hours over at Sue’s yesterday. I didn’t quite wear out my welcome, but it was a near thing. Came home and cooked chicken breasts with cauliflower for dins. The chicken breasts roasted up like that are so very very nommy. Now I gotta get my rear in gear and get some brekky happening for me and Jeff.
NOTHER SONG LAST NIGHT. Compared to the last one which is THE SADDEST SONG EVAR, it is so intensely cheerful it is quite ludicrous. You know, I could probably write a song every other day for the rest of my life if someone let me. Oh, right…. I get to do that myself. Ah well.
Things are unsettled around here again. Is the household splitting up, and what form will things take? If either of us get a job, the problem is reduced for a while, but we do both have to have an income of some sort, and so…. it’s a puzzler. I’m going to cook brekky, try to straighten out a bit of the mess I made yesterday, get access to my epost mailers, run some laundry, and work on my resume, again, since there seems to be something wrong with it. I did get responses from two job ads but learned in the process I had submitted to an agency, which is just a specialized case of shouting down a well unless there is something on your resume that is a must have for a hot job.
Also, ALLEGRA TRY NOT TO READ THE GAWKER UNEMPLOYMENT STORIES. People talking about having no savings after two years of unemployment is not helpful to your mental health.