DITA, signs of dementia, a confluence of cohorts, sports metaphors, and a workout…

~Monday~  I caught the “short bus” today, meaning I only traveled four stops instead of the fifteen or so I normally do to get to work. And that’s because I attended the first day of a DITA Conference, which was held at the McKimmon Center, which is very close to my house, which is one more “which”—make that two … Read more

VolunteerWork, GettingPublishedWork, WorkWork, smelling the roses, and policing smoke…

~Sunday~  I had breakfast at the Farmers’ Market Restaurant enjoying their most delicious French Toast. I had it with link sausage and an egg over easy on the side. I know it’s redundant to have an egg with French Toast, since the batter on it is made with eggs, but I like it, and it’s … Read more

A worm or a snake, who moved my cheese, a workout, some laundry, and The Wire…

~Friday~  Walking down the drive out of my townhouse, I saw a crawler on the ground. Because of its short length, I thought it was one thing, but when I got closer and saw how it was more flat than round, I thought it was another thing. My first thought was, “Is that a worm or … Read more

A trashy morning, paid by the passenger, Prudie rips another new one, and personified quarters…

~Thursday~  My short walk to the bus stop this morning was a little on the trashy side. Actually, it was trash day, and I did a quick check of the trash cans and recycle bins as I passed the ones set out for trash pickup in my townhouse area. It would appear that the neighbors … Read more

Late buscapades, cheaper insurance, more expensive gold, and an important affirmation…

~Tuesday~  Today’s buscapades were “bookended” by poor planning, which is to say that both buses (inbound in the morning and outbound in the afternoon) waited for me as I ran to them. I was grateful to make it on both accounts. He’s got no ticket to ride, He’s got no ticket to ride, He’s got … Read more

Thong lady watermelon, a t-shirt convo, FAQs, a finished book, and bar-hopping…

~Friday~  I read on the bus this morning. I did notice that Thong Lady got on at her usual stop, the stop after mine. Her maroon-red hair was tied up with a kerchief that had the color of watermelon slices in it—that is to say, red, white, and green. I wore my Grammar Police t-shirt today, … Read more

Reading, metamania, work, a ruined deck venture, a nap, and Trailer Park Prize Night…

~Thursday~  I was a non-observant slug on the bus this morning. I read the entire 10- to 15-minute ride, as I’m deep into the Moonlight Becomes You. Several characters are beginning to emerge as the possible murderer—that is to say, several of them have been provided with the two critical criminal elements: motive and opportunity. … Read more

A buscapade, barking up the wrong tree, a good work day, and affirmations at dancing…

~Wednesday~ This morning I rode in to work on the Wolfline (NCSU’s bus line) instead of the city bus. An international student from India standing in the aisle in front of my seat had on a t-shirt with this imprinted on it, which made me chuckle: In the category of: [hover over image for help] I … Read more

Losers at the credit bureau, meetings with food, and off the grid early…

~Tuesday~ Thong Lady was on the bus—sans thong, or I suppose it would be more accurate to say—thong not visible. She was reading an Agatha Christie mystery, which made me feel connected to her in some small way, considering my recent delve into three Mary Higgins Clark mystery novels. Right-Hand Rule Lady was present along … Read more