I am not feeling sharpish.
I mention this fact to Mark, who is all diamond edges of brilliance and sparkling quick movement this morning. He is making my head hurt.
And he says, “Get up and walk away from the computer and go sit in the back yard.”
I look at him all annoyed.
…Petulance and Pestilence
Mark wandered by my desk last night and stopped, as if taking in the spectacle for the very first time. “Don’t you find it difficult to work with all of that stuff piled everywhere? How can you stand it?”
I don’t know what the hell he was talking about. My desk is covered with …Chaos . . . Order up!
So we’re all in the car yesterday heading out to the library, and Mark is driving. On the center console, Mark has placed a red Netflix movie envelope that we’re going to drop off at the Post Office. It’s a stupid place to put the movie, because I have a lot of shit piled …Are We There Yet?
Packing up our Vallejo house meant that I had to make a lot of decisions about what was and wasn’t important. I am usually pretty ruthless about clearing unneeded crap out of the house, but as I worked through the house room by room, I was reminded of a George Carlin routine in which …Boxes of NOT-ME