Rainy Eves; Pesky Hetrosexuals; The Meaninglessness of Notes Scrawled During the Day But Intended for Later Use as Recognitive Devices

Another rainy eve. Although winter may not have been wet, the spring is trying make up for it. It has rained to some degree three out of the last seven days. But it could still rain some more.

I slept well last night for a change. Long, fruitful, dreamless sleep. I got up at 6:30, fed the kids, did some web work, then went back to bed. The rest of the morning is hazy, and I don't remember exactly when I did what, or what I did when. Around 4, there was a thunder storm with iridescent flashes of lightening and howling roars of thunder. I was sure the lightening was going to strike the nearest utility pole, and my laptop would suddenly be turned into something akin to fried eggplant.

Yesterday, I'd gotten an invite to dinner for this evening, so I was out the door at 5. Some friends and I usually eat out on Saturday evenings, and our dinner times have become earlier and earlier. If you wait till later, there are always such lines. And today, I had managed to skip lunch, settling for a mid afternoon snack of coke and chips, so I was especially hungry.

When you eat early on a Saturday, you have to endure all those pesky hetrosexuals who crowd the restaurants, so they can make the early movie. And there always seem to be those parties of ten with about a dozen small urchins screaming and yelling. Or you have all those high school couples on the way to the prom. Yuck! Give me drunken frat boys and rowdy construction workers any day.

During any day, there are many assorted ideas and observations that come up that I'd like to comment on in the journal, but I have trouble remembering them. And by journal-writing time, I'm a complete blank. So I've been scawling notes; but when I read the notes, the meaning escapes me. (Maybe one of those voice-activated recorders would be helpful.)

I've been looking at the notes, and I have song titles from Internet radio channels, web addresses, passwords, quotes and lots of stuff I can't read. Grumble! Grumble! Grumble!

PAX!