Sunday Night

I built a fire. There’s snow coming down outside, and the world beyond the balcony is cold and wet. My balcony has slats instead of a rail, and snow drifts in between the slats. It spills over the stuff sitting out there and shows a few footprints. They look like boot-prints, but they’re just from sandals.

I’m reading now, really attacking some comments I’ve received. I have a lot to say, but I need to listen more. This is valuable, and I really need to think about it. In homework and research, I usually read enough to do a step, do the step, and repeat. Not this time. Everything needs to be inside my head before I move on and needs to be read a few times.

Tomorrow’s a holiday. That’s luck.

Weather Warnings

There are low temperature warnings in the mountains today. Critically low temps, don’t go outside or you will die, prepare to meet your God, et al. are coming to me via text message and my weather apps.

I went to Lair of the Bear park. There were trail runners passing me wearing tights and booty shorts. They had those little sweater tops runners wear.

Men and women, about half the people I saw wore tights and little shorts.

Admittedly, there weren’t many people on the trails. But of those who were, half of them looked like refugees from mid-Autumn in New York City.

Franz Kafka

Reading about Kafka is deeply troubling. I see way too much of myself in him, and things did not go well.

Today in the life of

I bought some lamps.

One’s a daylight lamp that looks blue, and one’s a nighttime lamp that’s amber-yellow.

In related news, a lot of my search history regards the spelling, pronounciation, and usage of very common words.

The Apps

Target should run a dating website.

Ladies, you’re getting stuff you don’t need anyway. Add a man! He can atleast push the cart for you.

Progress

The Master has failed more times than the Apprentice has tried.

I take that as a recipe.