Kurt, Kevin, and I did indeed pay for last night’s sins this morning. Dragging ass. All of us. I had quite the affirming day from very different sources, for very different things, but all in e-mail or on the Internet. An e-mail from a wonderful lady I worked with many years ago, and with whom … Read more
I liked all three of the “good” items from this week’s Good week for… / Bad week for feature, so I’m just including those: Good week for… Chutzpah, after Blake Fielder-Civil reportedly demanded a $1.5 million divorce settlement from British singer Amy Winehouse, threatening to write a tell-all book about their relationship if she refused. … Read more
A woman got on the bus this morning on Gorman Street, on just the other side of Western Blvd, and I’m not saying that her boot heels were quite at the sharpness of stilettos, but she had cleanly pierced a leaf that had become an unflattering, unbeknowst to her, part of her outfit—not unlike some … Read more
When I got up today, it was like some kind of switch had flipped on or something, as my knee was exponentially better. Very noticeably so. My back, however, hurt like fuck. I spent the early afternoon finishing my holiday letter—finally. At around 4:00, I headed to the Borders in Cary intent on using a … Read more
Robert was a dear this morning and put on the coffee and generally catered to me as I rested me knee. We watched a couple more episodes of Six Feet Under, after which, at about 1:00, I started falling asleep on the couch. Robert bid me adieu and let me be. I woke up at … Read more
Joe drove me to the Blue Ridge Surgery Center, and we arrived right at noon in the pouring rain. From the car, I ran to get under the shelter over the front entranceway to the building, but still got pretty wet. Who runs to the surgery center when they’re getting knee surgery? Evidently I do. … Read more
We got up at about 9:30, and after a breakfast of turkey sausage with slices of hard-boiled egg on a Portuguese muffins and some coffee for breakfast, we watched three more episodes of Six Feet Under to close out the third season, and to finally get some closure on the “missing Lisa” story line. Finally. … Read more
I was up and at ’em early this morning, catching the 7:25 bus to meet Myra at the Hillsborough Street Bruegger’s at 8:00 for breakfast. On the way there, thinking through my day’s schedule, it occurred to me that I had OIT Orientation from 11-5 today, and a pre-op doctor’s appointment with Jeremy today at … Read more
Due to disconcerting news items such as these, in which, sadly, the “free expression tunnel incident” in my very own university is referenced: Obama election spurs race crimes around country After Obama’s win, white backlash festers in US N.C. State is sponsoring this, which I plan to attend: If anyone reading this wants to attend … Read more
We met Robert’s co-worker, Yelena, and her friend Josh at the Farmers’ Market Restaurant for a killer breakfast. It was nice to meet Yelena after all I’ve heard about her. All good, of course, since she’s a reader of this blog. After breakfast, we strolled through the Farmer’s Market, where I almost bought a totally … Read more