Off to work, rather a disappointing way to spend a weekend, for me. Should be fishing for fish instead of fishing for dollars. But there are bills to pay. Not that it matters, but I was laughing while I was chatting up my “wee Scorpio mum,” during a quick trip downtown.
“You need to date a nice Virgo for a little while,” I was told, “that way your place will be clean again.” I was pointing out that I hadn’t had much time to clean lately, therefore, this place is a tad untidy.
She was in a mood to talk, and therefore, I figured I could spend 20 minutes chatting with her while I was covering some mileage, and getting around to the post office. I stopped off for a hot dog from a street vendor, and since, during the course of the conversation with my “wee Scorpio mum,” it became apparent that I would need to book them into a hotel for Thanksgiving, I got around to that, too. Which meant stopping at Jo’s for coffee, and since I was in the neighborhood, I just ordered up a shot of espresso, and hopped across the street to let a Gemini super scooper load that coffee up with Amy’s ice cream.
Unrelated:
Wired article about Google’s News not making any money.
Very unrelated – collected fish pictures:
Grub,
Acme KastMaster
Wedding & fishing
St. Giles
Fish
big fish
New fish
Big fish
dusk
S-M-L
PO Perch
East Side
