“They travel in the time of the prophets, on a desert highway, straight to the heart of the sun…”
everyday glory March 30th, 2002Friday! Good Friday, in fact. Literally. As such, I would like to wish everyone a safe and good Easter weekend and extend the same wish, though belated, for Passover.
What. A. Day. …at least the hours between 12:00 and 15:00.
- Work. Which consisted of three hours of trying to find valid reasons not to conduct in-depth inner-eyelid studies. And the hour from 14:00 to 15:00 was undoubtedly THE longest hour in recorded history.
Since work + me + heavy eyelids= not good, lo it came to pass that there was a great exodus from the Postal Pharaoh’s land. And, crossing the More-Black-Than-Red Sea of Asphalt, came to know the promised land of Weekend. And it was good. - Obligatory stop at the comic shop.
- Not-as-obligatory stop at Jess’ parents’ to get my bike. I think that I freaked out one of their across-the-street neighbors when I drove up and walked in. Especially since they weren’t home when I got there. Oh, the joys of having a key to the house.
- HOME!!! Where I proceeded to do not much for the next few hours.
- Out to Guru’s for a bite to eat (Szechwan Chicken Pasta bowl, Sobe, with a cheesecake chaser) and a bit of drawing.
- Took the scenic route home. Translation: I decided to explore a little of the west side of the valley; this turned a :15 return trip into almost a :50 one. Supertramp’s “Take the Long Way Home” echoed in a dark, cobweb-strewn corner of my mind… However, I did get a rather nice view of the valley from somewhere around the copper mine; I will have to go back and take a few pictures.
- Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. Note: This does not constitute “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It.” Close, but not quite.
I should probably give some serious consideration to getting into bed in the near future.
Peace.
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