Today (SUN): Wake ~noon,
root around the 'Web a bit for some
campaign material, get DQ and rent a couple of movies:
The Last Temptation of Christ and
Natural Born Killers. After '
Temptation, a nap and dinner (stir-fried broccoli and peppers, and some
bowtie pasta salad). My roommate and I watch '
Killers. I can't decide who is the more likable hero:
Willem Dafoe's grating, whiny
Jesus, or
Woody Harrelson's flat-out diabolic
Mickey Knox.
Yesterday (SAT): Rise around 9AM, coffee, shower, mail phone bill, bundle the eternal collection of newspaper off the porch, hit a
garage sale for a few paperbacks (David Weber’s
Honor Harrington series, and the last book in Frankowski’s
Conrad Stargard series), drop off recyclables at
muni center, groceries, salami sandwich on a bagel, stow clean laundry, scan grammar school class pics, read ~50 pages of Weber's
On Basilisk Station, absorb the
TOC of Sedgwick’s
Algorithms, plow through half of
Conrad's Quest for Rubber. Roommate invites me to the
Lourds show, I decline.
D-2 All the cards, hardcopy journal scraps,
notes to myself, coupons and receipts and business cards that
litter my computer desk get filed away, transformed into bits, or discarded. I weed through half a dozen directories of "
2Bfiled" and "
tmp". I prune and harvest and salt away, straining and condensing, boiling down, distilling and rendering. Some combination of
adjusting to my latest round of job responsibilites,
eating well, vitamins and
ginkgo, and
closure in a handful of nagging concerns, has instilled
a rare sense of peace and energy. It helps that the gloomy weather has broken, and that I have a full two-day weekend to myself for the first time in a month.