Now that’s irritating. Whole site was down for a couple of hours. “Routine maintenance upgrade” or something. I called tech support when everything went in the proverbial toilet. My favorite quote, prefaced by a long sigh, “Yeah, I’m afraid I can’t comment on that.” My comments are not for public record either, but they weren’t kind. Ever notice that “new and improved” usual isn’t? Or it could be me, I might be bitter.
Oddly enough, there was no meat in the Tuesday meal plan.
Book notes
Thursday night, if I recall correctly, and I might not, Rick Riordan will be in town to sign his latest San Antonio thriller (best guess for taxonomy? Murder-mystery).
I’ve got clients, can’t make it. Too bad. I like the way the guy writes. From Big Red Tequila:
Here the light was honest-everything it touched was sharply focused, outlined in heat. The sun kept its eye on the city until its very last moment, looking at you as if to say: “Tomorrow I’m going to kick your ass.” (page 11)
The rest of the story?
Some days, favors get called in. “Can you drive me? I’m still loopy from the pain meds…”
Sure. Hike up the hill, drive around in her car, and listened to another stoned friend.
“The red ones are happy pills, the blue for swelling and I don’t know what the white ones do…”
The upside, I managed to work in a dip in the creek, six miles of trail, and one sign. One, to me, funny sign.
The scent of the cedars, on hot summer’s day, it reminded me of some point in time, like, as a Boy Scout? Summer Camp, in the middle of the Texas summer when it’s too hot to breath?
Cherchez le poisson:
Start the day out with a tiny black bass. Title this one: six inches of pure attitude. Okay, he was really closer to eight inches, but never mind that now.
