"A man said to the universe: 'Sir I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe, 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.'" -- Stephen Crane
In case we're ever feeling more important than we should, and I know a handful of you, including myself, are in danger of this. Yesterday was surprisingly... relaxing. Jenny came over early and accompanied me on an errand (the rest of my tax information has been sent to the accountant!)
We grabbed some lunch -- I forced her to try Thai food -- and headed back here to work. Last night, M.s. and I drove up to meet Bee&Gee at Estancia for a lovely dinner. I was bummed we missed Jesse, that busy chef, but we were glad to get the undistracted time with our friends.
And today? New tires. My car is getting expert treatment. Today it's tires, last Saturday it was a $400 starter replacement, and Monday, she's getting an oil change, shock treatment (in the best of ways), window fixing, and replaced plastic over lights in the front and back. This will most likely cost a pretty penny, but I'll be happy to have it done, as will my beloved Barb-mobile.
Tonight I'm having a drink with Cabana Boy! Always a treat. That's really it for now. My hair is flatter than fuck, and for this reason alone, I will hop in the shower before getting new tires.
Question -- is there anything you would be interested in reading as a cover story for the R ? If so, shoot me an email or post a comment. I'd love to know what you're interested in.