I drive through that neighborhood all the time to hang with Jane, so yeah, that's a little freaky, especially given how very many of those small planes are always flying in this area. Totally missed the activity though, as I was driving north around that time.

It does feel far from the Santa Monica airport to crash, though. The pilot must have been in a lot of trouble.

Unrelatedly--Steph, I've seen a fair amount of meta talk about Sherlock as a sociopath with only one healthy attachment.

Which is not a sociopath, but hey. How else are you gonna script your fairy tale?

I was gonna say -- sociopathy doesn't work that way. He's totally on Team You Will Never Understand My Spicy Brains So Step Off Now, but that's still a far cry from sociopathy, god damn it.

(Yes, still not washing dishes. But I'm going to do them now, I MEAN IT.)

So, while waiting for the train just now I met a guy who got out of prison today, exonerated by DNA evidence after 30 years inside. That doesn't happen every day.

Wow, thats kind of fascinating, t!

I also feel unaccomplished compared to Paul Ryan. At my age he'd been in congress for years!!

But then, I'm someone who woke up, futzed around, ate brunch, and now is contemplating a nap. Clearly a big worker, me.

It's so much more rooooooooooomantic if he medically hates everyone, but Watson can get through his crusty shell to the creamy nougat of his big gay love.

Good god, I need groceries.

Don't wanna get up.

Reconcile! Reconcile!

Timelies all!

Took my folks on a boat tour along the Severn River. Now we're just hanging out until we leave for dinner.

Wow, -t, that's...wow.

I love my fizzed fruit juices. Only I forgot when I made this batch of passion orange that I was supposed to be mixing it strong, so I can either have unfizzed juice or fizzed watery juice. Hm.

The only one of the sodastream syrups I really liked was ginger ale. And the raspberry one was okay, but if I want a fruity pop, I'd rather have the juice based ones. I meant to buy more fizz while I was on the road, but forgot, so now I have to order it. Which is okay, and in the meanwhile, I need to see which of my cannisters has anything left in it.

I made it to the grocery, only the day after my trip, go me! But I went after the farmers' market, so even better. Haul: garlic, onions, green onions, zucchini, heirloom slicing and cherry tomatoes, basil, granola, and chocolate zucchini bread that was amazing. And then I got blueberries, peaches, and plums from the fruit stand (not local, though). So all I needed at the grocery was fresh mozzarella, bread (for panzanella caprese!), greek yogurt, havarti cheese, and ziti.

Nom.

Dishes are DONE.

Now I need to clean the bathroom, including mopping the floor; mop the kitchen floor; and possibly dust. Meh.

Whoot, Steph!

I need to mop my kitchen floor. Flylady says, and I'm trying to get back into good habits now that I'm home.