I woke up to a cat vaulting through the trailer. Might have been the rain which seemed to start this morning, and the rain made it even harder to crawl out of bed. Turned out there was a dead lizard in the middle of a room, someone’s been a-hunting. One of the best things about an alternative employment situation, a job that doesn’t entail getting up and reporting to a cube farm, it means that most of my friends are similarly employed. There’s a problem with this scenario, though, and by Saturday evening, at least two of my friends were completely beat from work. Their jobs may be at opposite ends of the spectrum, but it is a service industry, and it is an unusual weekend for me, too. It’s the last weekend for the next month or so that I’m not on the road. I know I should have done something big but take out roast garlic, Calamari and Primavera Pizza was about the best we could manage. I was wondering, though, why there wasn’t any ranch dressing with the Italian food.
One of my favorite cartoon characters is in a strip which is not carried by in the local paper. But due to the good graces of the San Jose Mercury News, I can get this strip on the web. And this particular character has a favorite snack food called “Squidos.” I figured out what this dish is in real life: it’s that left over Calamari, still delicious as ever.
I’m done for the time being with the web hacking stuff. I’m happy with the way it looks, and except for some juggling in the weekly scopes, I don’t see any more changes for a while. Hopefully, I’ll be too busy to bother with the details. It’s spring time, and I’m looking forward to a Southwestern Pilgrimage. “Where the wheel stops, don’t nobody know.”
