The new barbecue got baptized in animal fat last night; Jeff seared three very creditable porkchops and I hacked away at the rest of dinner. I received a phone call which got me thinking further along the lines of spring, and included an adjuration for me to be ‘more fun’; I have prepared a response for that but unleashing it would involve buying mental bleach for everyone who ever reads this blog. Jeff and I finished Deadwood season 2. That’s the one where Al is actually smiling a genuine smile for the last frame.
I hope everybody is thinking about having a great day. I know I am. I am not thinking about my taxes; I have filed that under U for Unpleasant, at least for the time being. It’s not as if the feds aren’t pulling money out of my pocket with every fracking breath I take.
I lost my bank card – again. Good thing I have another bank account at another bank.
I walked to and from the bus loop at work with ScaryClown yesterday. Virtually every conversation of his starts with the expression “I was watching a documentary yesterday” and yesterday was no exception. He had his umbrella with him, so he demonstrated how the little pink cheeked, pigtailed girls of the Cultural Revolution in China were trained to yell “Shia!” and mime disembowelling roundeyes. All the way down from the bus loop. I love him dearly, but sometimes…..
I should plan the next falldown. I need to get everything breakable up off the floor. I need to unpack, and a hundred thousand other things. But right now, I need another cup of coffee, and I’m going to go to work. The 27 bus is working properly again; the stop at Rupert and 22nd is functioning, which makes transiting easier in the morning. My clothes are all clean and put away; my bed is made. Perhaps I’m running a temperature.
Migraine aura yesterday. I have learned that when they come in midday, if I sit tight and don’t look at a computer screen for about half an hour, or go outside and get a breath of air, I don’t get a full bore headache. Thinking happy thoughts assists.
