Travel safe, sarameg!
I sat up too late reading (not even my book club book, bad me) and slept late and then took the dog for a run in the woods. I've been slacking off on the running lately, because of traveling, and weather, and my sister's bronchitis, and ouch, today was hard. Gotta whip myself back into shape.
But I have the day off and a cup of tea and 10 at 10 on the radio (KFOG is doing 10 songs from 1985, including a bunch of clips from The Golden Girls), and some writing to do. Not so bad.
I bet the guy got the wrong addy, but it doesn't make you feel any better.
Very creepy, and definitely made me jumpy for a long time, even after I finally got back to sleep. Note, the cops never knocked or called, so I have no idea if they even came by.
However, when I left my house this morning to go get coffee...there was puke all down my front door. So, I'm betting on "drunk and thought this was his/his girlfriend's house" UGH.
Oh, wow, they're playing The Waterboys' "The Whole of the Moon". Man, I loved that song.
oh that is so fucking gross.
Eewww, meara. That's awful, and gross.
Oh, meara, how awful! And that's annoying that the police never got back to you after they said they would.
Or perhaps as: excuse me, ELDER God?
No good can come of dating Yad-Thaddag.
However, when I left my house this morning to go get coffee...there was puke all down my front door.
That's just adding insult to injury. Bleargh.
I love the census map. My census tract is almost equally black and white, but much less hispanic than I would've guessed. (On the other hand, my immediate neighborhood -- i.e. the few blocks in each direction that my gut feeling calls "right here" -- is a much closer balance, so at least my gut feeling isn't totes crazy.)
