(at work)
Finished "Pulp Fiction" around 02:30.
Anybody know what was in the briefcase?
Looked at viewing options on Showtime and HBO, and settled on Old reliable, watched The Newsroom 1: 2 and 3.
Called Merry around 5:25.
She arrived 6:10.
In car 6:19
Stopped for a tank of gas at the cheap Arco near the house ($2.69) and home, 7:09.
Fed the cats, and the Dawg, and prepped MDM ... the last of leftover beef stew, along with heated tortillas & peanut butter, and butter on (GF)raisin toast...
And to BR1 to watch TRMS from Monday.
0830 to sleep
14:30 up to pee, then take in some ice cream.
17:10 up again to stay.
...Alka seltzer.... toilet.... undressed out of sleep clothes, dressed in work clothes.
A pounding on the door got my attention; I went and opened it.
Two men stood outside, trying to sell me a house security system.
Donna stood beside me, looking, but didn't say a word the whole time, including during the door-pounding.
Whatta watch dog.
The slightest noise from outside, like a 'POP' from a backfire or a firecracker or lightning, and she goes berserk, runs out into the back, and runs around the pool barking... but a knock on the door does nothing to excite her, nor does anybody coming in or out of the door. We come home in the morning...she hardly looks up from whatever chair she's napping in. When Stitch gets home from work, she doesn't even wake up, when she's sleeping on the bed next to me.
However, go into the kitchen and rattle a bag of chips, and she is instantly alert.
So... dressed and ready to go.
17:55 Three of us in car.
Traffic had returned to its fucked up state of normal, so
19:03 at work.
108 rides, final for Tuesday, & starting Wednesday with 90. So nothing major, but some tangles to straighten out.
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