Handbill Handout

Back to the rain and cold which for some reason this morning was oddly comforting.  The sun is sometimes like a noisy neighbor or a morning-person relative charging into your quiet space throwing open curtains and demanding you do things because "Look at what a beautiful day it is". The grey drizzle morning was perfect for listening to Leadbelly and getting some work done at the office.  It would be more perfect for reading for pleasure but I gotta pay some of the bills while I still can before the corporate world decides it's had enough of me and puts me out by the curb with all the other worn out office furniture. There'll be more time to read when that happens.

Around 60 degrees today I think.   Little bit of rain tonight. Long meeting at work today with senior management.   Wore a nice shirt,  spoke as little as possible and said smart sounding things when I did.  On such activities is a large chunk of our economy based. Then I  came home and doodled on the wall in death's waiting room.   Another wholly unremarkable day, but now it's documented.

It's a little warmer. When I restarted I said to myself I wouldn't do picture posts.  I lied, or rather I wound up being incorrect. I don't know if the warm(er, so some people this isn't warm yet) weather is going to hold.  I'll find out when you do or did.

Needs a new one for whatever this is I'm doing now.  I'd say I'm open to suggestions but this is still an unfurnished, empty room that I'm pacing and practicing and waiting in. Dangling a preposition that it may be hit over a fence? It's still gray and cold out.  Grey and cold out.  Grey is colder than gray.  Gray is more of a color, Grey is a feeling.  I don't know what the temperature break is between gray and grey but if it's damp it's definitely grey, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. (Delete) There was something dumb above this line so  I got rid of it. I'm trying to figure out if this room echoes or not.  It definitely has wood floors, they clunk and creak with every step.  The door closes with authority.  I think there's a ceiling fan and I don't know if the room ever gets warm enough to need air conditioning.  I'll think about it.

Power went out for a few hours last night.  Not a big deal, read until it got too dark to read without candles and then went out to dinner.  Came home and the power was back.  Saved a couple hours off the electric bill and inadvertently observed Earth Hour a day late.  Whoopee. Raw and cold today.  Spring is present only in terms of more hours of daylight.   There's a blue lighthouse that hangs in one of our dining room windows that's a memorial to my mother. There's a pewter beer mug that my father was given when he retired from the military that sits atop a cabinet that belonged to my parents that I have now. There's a little Yeti toy in that mug that my great niece gave me a few years ago. It's good to be surrounded.

This is new.   Putting something up from a phone. It was warmer today.  Feels like the beginning of spring so why did I buy that Osso Bucco at the market?  Probably won't cook it for a while. Still pretty anonymous out here which is fine.  It'll be weird when someone finally stumbles back across it. I might actually observe Earth Hour if they didn't have it in the middle of Hockey Night in Canada.

Teeth are reattached for now. It's still kind of cold out but not terrible.  Weekend is supposed to be warmer but rainy. Other words are hiding today.  Maybe tomorrow.

It's still cold and now my artificial body parts are failing. For the second time in four months my front bridge work fell out.  It's hard to talk without teeth.  Everything sounds like pfffllprfllp and it's impossible for people to take you as seriously as they normally might. Got that repaired this morning, for now anyway.  More work on it in a couple of weeks, or sooner if necessary I suppose. Chuck Berry and Chuck Barris died within a few days of each other.  What are the odds? It's supposed to be warmer on the weekend.  We'll see. Hail hail gong and roll.

So earnest, this used to be.  Like anyone cared.   Well video killed the radio star and social media killed blogspot but blogspot don't know it's dead so sometimes it won't be, though if a post falls in the deadternet (my term, don't you steal it you bastard) does anyone see it before it turns into digital rot and mushrooms?     Some of the people who liked this are analog ashes now.  Time may not be linear but we live it that way.  It's been colder than normal for the season after winter was warmer than normal for the season so maybe the seasons don't perceive time in a linear fashion.   I will have pizza at a bar near my house later and I will have beer with the pizza and then I will go home and then I will go to bed and then I will wake up and go to work again tomorrow.  That is the plan at least; if I don't make it to one of those stops then something happened.   Well something will have happened anyway but I mean maybe somethin...