A followed by B followed by C

I wanted to stay in bed this morning, but I was up around 10. Then I bounced around on the web, and finally decided I must go about my chores.

For lunch I stopped at the Japanese place and sat at the sushi bar. Soon I was joined by a father, his son and his son's friend. The two kids were about 12 or so. The friend said he didn't know what sushi was. So the son spent most of the time explaining the fine points of Japanese dining. As I left, I told the father how much fun it had been listening to the two of them.

After a trip home to gather the laundry, I turned around and headed back to the wash and dry site. I know this sounds like a mundane task, but it always becomes a major undertaking. There were two bed spreads, six pairs of jeans, about 20 shirts, a dozen towels, two sheets, and a hamper of undies and socks. It's all that lugging out of the house and into the laundry that irkes me. I also had to drop off some dressier shirts and pick up some. Then ask for change. Take the $5 bills and run them through the changer. Put the shirts in the car and pick up the detergent and bleach. Separate and poke into the washers. Decide cycle, enter coins, wait, pour in detergent and bleach. Put detergent and bleach back in trunk of car.

While waiting, I tried to jot down some notes for the journal but quickly gave up. No it was time to empty the washers and throw everything into the dryers. Select setting, drop in coins, start. Wait. Clothes are now dry. Empty dryers. Lug everything back to car. Drive home. Repeat the process again. Then I spent about 30 minutes folding, hanging, tucking and moving.

An hour or so later, I stopped of at Barnes and Noble. B&N may have a lot of books, but their fiction selection is limited. And it has a tendency to concentrate on mass market items. I finally found a book by P.T. Deutermann called "Darkside" about a murder at the U.S. Naval Academy. It's one in which the text alternates between the main plot and the personal narrative of the psychopathic murderer.

Is it possible to have a mystery without a serial killer, a mass murderer or a psychopath? Something simple like murder among the tulips. And I don't mean an Agatha Christie clone.

During the week, I signed up for the subscription site at BelAmi. I'm not sure what I was expecting. But it has been fairly interesting. They certainly seem to have a lot of content. And they actually manage to be erotic, even while being explicit. But some say that is the hallmark of BelAmi. The settings are always intriguing. The production values are high. And the guys are delicious.

PAX!