What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk? ~ Jack Handy
Turning off italics is hard. It took me about ten minutes. I think it's annoying when people take pride in being against technology, or take pride in not being able to do simple things, like turn off blog italics, but, yet, I do it, often, comma comma. Not sure what brought me back to this damn thing. No, hang on, I do. I don't want to vacuum the carpet. And this seemed like a good way to procrastinate. Also, it feels a little like new beginnings, being spring and all. But first day of spring was soooo yesterday. It's old new today. There was a blue jay on the back fence this morning with a beakfull of straw and sticks, little bastard was stealing out of backyard like he had something more important to do with our sticks and straws. I really want him to take the dryer lint. But for some reason pokey things seem to make better nests than fluffy wonderful dryer lint. Whatever. Anyway, today was fairly glorious. I did a pretty good job of keeping it in check last night and not destroying myself for work today. That is helpful since it was ridiculously busy, with people running track and training for the Rock n Roll marathon and all. Sometimes you just want to give us, like the next person that walks in the door you want to lay down face first on the carpet and interlace your fingers behind your head. Take it. Take it all.
Digressing... digressing from literally nothing so maybe not a digression at all. I guess my point is today feels good. Even though I expected to be grumpy since I worked yesterday and today and tomorrow and it has been beautiful outside. But, I haven't minded. I think being hourly helps be appreciate my time at work a little more. Weird how that works. But I got home tonight and went outside with the dogs, on a walk around the neighborhood. The usual loop plus adding Phinney Ridge. I listened to a truly random mix of music off my itunes. I think I hate my taste in music. But it's like everything in my life, a collection of stuff since I was a kid and now I just have it piled up on my shuffle, to skip through looking for a good song like a nugget of gold in a dirty river. Maybe I should delete some songs. Like every spring, it feels like I am about to clean up my act, finally get rid of some of the junk I drag along with me from house to house, drop a few pounds, unload some emotional baggage, maybe finally sue the girl who owes me for Maddie, you know the usualy spring cleaning routine. Or, I could blog and vacuum the carpet and walk the dogs and let me laundry pile up because folding it sucks and continue to choose the radio over my itunes. I sort of like that option too. Because, when it comes down to it, the status quo is not too bad. The people are good (can I get an epic?). The job does the job. The broken truck could be worse. I love the dogs, the city, the weather. And now it's spring. Time to vacuum the carpet. Charlie should do Locks of Love. That blue jay would probably sign up for a donation.
