…and there isn’t a damned thing wrong with that.

I woke up around 9:45, because the cats made some sort of ruckus. At least I think that it was the cats. It sounded cat-like, so I’m going with that. When I got out of bed, I couldn’t find what they did… so I went and laid down in the HCC and watched TV. A Battle of the Planets marathon was on Boomerang! Wow. I haven’t seen that in years! So I watched it… and it wound up watching me. I think that I wound up napping intermittently for an hour-and-a-half.

I watched the Pacers sweep the Celtics out of the NBA Championship. That was fun. I think that it gave Larry Bird mixed emotions, though: He is a VP for the Pacers, but he played for the Celts for years. Oh well. Doesn’t really matter, I’m just glad that the Pacers are moving on.

and I went down to visit and Mrs. . (You need to convince her to get her an account, so I don’t have keep referring to her as “Mrs. .”) We spent a couple of hours with them. Twas fun.

Back to the homestead to see if anyone had chosen anything for a Sunday activity. No one had. I got in touch with and and the four of us got together for coffee. Added bonus: pointed me in the direction of references for a tattoo that I was asked to design. And it was an idea that I most likely wouldn’t have come up with on my own.

And now… back to the BotP marathon.

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I have FINALLY found Ronny Jordan’s The Jackal, which I have been looking for ever since seeing the episode of The West Wing in which C.J. Cregg (portrayed by Allison Janney) performed it. And now, all is right with the world.

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Namaste.