Thursday
One step closer to the edge the weekend. Amen. On the whole, it was a pretty good day. A little cooler than I would have liked, but not unbearably so.

There was a/another note on the door this morning from the neighbors across the landing. It was written on the bottom of the note that I left last night. And, she (I’m taking a leap and figuring that it was the wife who left it) apologized about the note that was left last night “…if it sounded rude.” And she even “hope[d] you didn’t burn yourself when it spilled.” (I didn’t.) Vindication is a good thing.

Song of the Day

  • Good Golly Miss Molly by Little Richard
  • Valerie by The Monkees
  • Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

Stray Toasters

  • Harry Chapin’s Cat’s in the Cradle came on the radio this afternoon; I’d never really given the lyrics much thought before. I listened to them and the lines

    When you coming home, son?
    I don’t know when…
    But we’ll get together then…
    You know we’ll have a good time then

    stuck out and reminded me of conversations that my mother and I have along those lines. It made me smile.

  • I have seen two new Snapple commercials tonight: One was with the bottles performing a at a synchronized swimming competition; the other showed bottles “running with the bulls” in Pamploma. But they weren’t bulls… they were guinea pigs. O_o
  • Thanks to everyone who commented on this morning’s post. I enjoyed the feedback. (And, sorry that I trumped you on posting it, Matt!)
  • Cats can – and will – fall asleep just about anywhere, it seems.
  • Backwash. Unusual name, good site.
  • I decided to take a spin at uroulette and wound up here. *shrug*

That’s it.

Namaste.