The north wind came howling down over the Texas prairies Monday night, beating against the door. I switched from shorts to long, flannel pajamas, to accommodate the temperature. Late in the evening, the cat and I played the door game, a familiar exercise to anyone who lives with a cat, scratch at the door to be let out, hold the door open against the brisk breeze, and the cat freezes in a position, half in, half out. She turns to me and meows, wondering why I turned up the AC outside. “Don’t look at me,” I said to the cat, “I don’t control the weather.” I got one of those looks, like I’m crazy, and I should, at the very least, do something about the weather for her benefit. Fix it, I’m sure she’s thinking, as she glowered at me.
Movie time:
On Any Sunday Produced, directed and written by Bruce Brown, c. 1971
“Only another professional racer like Mert can appreciate the work involved. He spends over a thousands hours a year, working on his motorcycle.
“Mert is totally dedicated to his profession. He doesn’t have time for any outside interests.
“There’s a lot more to racing than just holding the throttle wide open.”
There’s a lot more to writing horoscopes than just putting one word in front of the other.
Spurious linkage:
The Black Table is shuttering.
Stupid quiz time:
(At least they got the numerology right, FWIW.)
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Your Life Path Number is 7 |
 Your purpose in life is to find truth and meaning You are very spiritual, and you are interested in the mysteries of life. In love, you are quite charming. You attract many with your confidence and wit. While you enjoy being alone, sometimes you take it to an extreme. |
Proof that monk-like existence is a good thing.
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