coffee should always come first

Fredlet forwarded this, we can all assume it’s a sign of the end of the world. Or Saturn and Jupiter getting up close and personal. Dinner party last night, in honor of some mother’s day celebrations, near as I could tell — for all us orphans — although, to be fair, I’m not really an orphan, but Ma Wetzel is conveniently out of the country at the time — saved by the bell. I found it interesting at the dinner last night, I was the only person who wasn’t either a Ph.D., or working on my dissertation. All that rarefied academic air, makes me dizzy. I did put in requisite time at the lake, being a Sunday and all. I watched as an energetic group of Hispanic gentlemen worked with a soccer ball, and it almost made me wish I could join in, but being born on North American soil, I’m at a serious genetic disadvantage when it comes to hitting the ball with my feet instead of just picking up and running with it. Or hitting it with a stick. Sundays are always a little strange as the grub worm white office workers get out, too, and that’s a strange thing to see, especially in the East Austin neighborhoods. I was up late last night, too, finished reading one book, set in Austin, with certain ecumenical over tones, so when I opened the morning mail bag and found a raft of highly technical astrology questions without a payment enclosed, I got a little grumpy. Coffee — coffee should always come first.