I'll have to admit at this stage that I have no idea whatsoever what Route 66 is, but a Dylan song.

Are you thinking of "Highway 61 Revisited"? Whole different road, though just as famous in its way since it's the route down into the delta south of the legendary bluesmen.

The enjoyment of my balcony (81 degrees and slightly muggy) is being impugned by the jackhole down the street who is blasting music out of his car that is parked on the street. I would expect it of a 20 something, but this guy is about 40.

I am attempting to be zen and enjoy my wine and the nice weather. ohhhhhhhhhm

Also, currently baking away is a lovely cod fillet covered in onions, fennel, tomatoes, olives, capers and a splash of white wine. I will make some couscous to go with it and add a nice drizzle of lemon infused olive oil to finish. I expect it to be nom. This helps with my calm.

Have been shopping, IKEA and teh evil, Walmart. Spent lots o' money. Made my bathroom look nicer (new towels, curtain, bathmat, accessories, and thing-that-goes-around-and-over-toilet, which took forever to put together). I got online and sat down with a root beer and some goat brie and crackers at 4:10. Must not still be sitting here long time from now, as much as lovely bathroom is nice, it is not the purpose of the day. Must organize and put away clothes, so I can find things and pack for trip tomorrow. AGH. Am not ready to go back to the traveling. Whimper.

Also would like to be able to find the many things I currently cannot locate, including the duplicate pretty keys I had made (!!) and various other odds and ends that I'm sure are SOMEWHERE but are not where I would think (ie, I've unpacked the whole bathroom boxes, and half my bracelets are still missing...)

I saw a guy on the subway yesterday, he had to be 40, he was wearing his pants halfway down his ass. I mean, I kind of get it when you're a teenager and you want to piss off your parents...

Ya know those aps on Facebook, send someone a pretty heart or a hug, designed to make sender and sendee feel warm and fuzzy? Daniel's craxy cousin Steve recently joined Facebook, and is now sending these things to me. It's weird. Doing things for the warm-fuzziness of them is completely the opposite of what I would expect from a guy who responds to "have a nice day" by saying "What if I don't want to have a nice day?".

Hello - popping in on a quick break from productivity. Not that there was any doubt but Nanita? Is the bomb. diggity. And I'm quite enjoying the productivity emails/calls with vw bug, Andi, and meara.

When I first got Frankie, I offered him a bully stick (whitefont - it's really a bull penis ) and he wouldn't take it. Today I offered it again and holy crap he is obsessed. He's been gnawing that thing nonstop for an hour. We did have to have a chat about chew toys not being allowed on the couch, and he got all sad b/c he thought I was saying no bully stick, but I think he's got it now.

Oh, I did the paperwork and paid the fee and now he's officially mine! Woo hoo!

Was just about to call you smonster! My timer went off, and i was all "Oh. Yeah, been 20 minutes on line. Suppose I ought to get offline. Sigh."

...but there's MORE INTERNET TO READ!!! I don't WANNA. I'm TIRED. I wanna sit on the COUCH, not get stuff DONE!

...even though I know I'll be happier if stuff is done. So ridiculous!

Frankie just burped. High-larious.

Calling you now, meara. I'm in the same don't wanna anymore mood, and Frankie wants a walk.

Oh, I did the paperwork and paid the fee and now he's officially mine! Woo hoo!

Yay!

I have stopped with the productivity, I think. Though, I did track down the beeping before collapsing with ice cream. I think it's tv/wind-down time.

Are you thinking of "Highway 61 Revisited"? Whole different road, though just as famous in its way since it's the route down into the delta south of the legendary bluesmen.

Yeah, I used to confuse the two, and I'm an American who can generally tell the difference between 61 and 66.

But I've since driven on both, and now I can tell them apart.

Ooh. At the first Buffista F2F, we first met on Friday morning in a cafe that's at what used to be the start of Route 66.