Relating the interpretation of mundane jottings such as these to the log monitoring & analysis I do professionally, establish a baseline, note variations, alerts, etc. All very humdrum.

Gazing glazedly through my blinds. When's naptime?

Just back from stoking the fires of pure reason with another delightful brunch.

We've got a long drive ahead of us, preparing myself mentally.

Peretz is asleep beside me, chin on his paws.

Sunday morning laundry.

Head full of projects, will have time for those sometime.

Sipping coffee.

Went & used up accumulated gift certificates, did some work.

Feeling very low energy, hand hurts.

Enjoying a cool breeze.

Slowly being led to the conclusion that trying to be nice to people isn't worth the effort. Good work, folks, thanks for the heads up.

What a vile world this is.

Listening to the wind, crickets.

Took a nap, woke to heavy air, headache, damp.

Went to store, bought bulk sundries, kielbasa links to make tomorrow.

Feeling overtaxed.

Right after I got to my desk, little old lady came in & asked me, "I just sent 10 over & nothing's happening at the other end. Can you help me?"

Turns out it was a printer problem. Should've guessed.

Hand's throbbing unpleasantly. Peretz has chewed his butt sore again, poor little guy.

I've started rereading The Foundations of Arithmetic in the bathroom mornings, clearing my head out nicely.

Clear headed & affectionate is really the only worthwhile way to approach the world, wish I could maintain that more easily.

Coffee, as with so many other things, helps.

Looking forward to tossing another workweek into the dustbin of history.

Obscure & irritable, sorry, sorry, stupid of me, I know.

Stabbed myself in the palm opening a plastic tub of licorice, then headed over to local Democratic party spectacular over at our favorite restaurant.

Place was chock full of beaming, gleeful fanatics. L. says they just want to believe things can be better, I don't know, religion makes me feel sad & sick inside.

There were, however, some delicious free snacks.

Another bleary-eyed morning of spam perusal, could use more coffee.

Thinking it may be time for some aesthetic principles beyond mere aggregation.

Also another day of working at 3 locations, gets old.

Got home so hungry was staggering a bit, made some pasta with cognac cream sauce with onions & Outlook chorizo as quickly as possible, now feel much better.

Likeness, facsimile, simulacrum.

Etc., etc.

Oy.

A few more RSVPs arrived today & a birth announcement. Life goes on, or so they say.

Today's proving to be amusingly technical, all sorts of technical stuff. Yip, yip!

Didn't manage to eat lunch, sadly.

Excited for the Brain Exchange later.

Back from Transperformance, guess I'd say U2 was the high point, though I've never much cared for them. Nadir would have to be the Guns 'N' Roses. Wished T. Rex had done "Chariot Choogle" & XTC "Statue of Liberty". Can't always get what you want. Was very pleased that ELO did "Mr. Blue Sky", which played over our exit, there was a strange moment just as we were leaving, though, where the vocals seemed to slip radically out of key, was strange, couldn't tell if it was in my head or what. All the times I listened to that song off 45 when I was 7 or whatever, hard to think of it as existing out in the world, outside of my head.

Anyway, anyway.

After the show, tried the newly reopened Paradise City Tavern, burger was pretty decent, but you'd think for the ten dollars or so they charged for it, they could buy local tomatoes.

The drive home was characterized by each driver near me doing some typical annoying thing, like living in a textbook, ick.

Need sleep.

Sitting at my desk at work, moodily sipping coffee. It's getting very difficult to schedule anything here.

Foot is improving anyway.

Trying to figure out money stuff.

Really didn't want to leave my cozy bed, finally did, dog & coffee routine complicated by Pickles desire to shoot out the door like a bullet, Pickles entangling himself in his line, etc., etc. Peretz was a perfect gentleman.

Have returned to bed with coffee, is going to be hard to leave again.

Came home from work, made spicy mac 'n' cheese, brought it & jalapeño & cheese kielbasa over to bbq at pals' house. Lots of friendly folks & tasty food in attendance, people seemed to like the mac 'n' cheese. Met with a variety of small to medium sized dogs.

Feels great to be home & off my feet. Peretz is arranging the blanket to suit.

A Fistful of Dollars is on. How much havoc can one man wreak?

Car's not yet fixed, mechanic's still searching for part, argh!

In other news, my left foot hurts like the bejeezus.

Having a Dr. Pepper.

Long, strange night, tossing & turning, sore muscles, dreams of photographs, conversations with absent people, etc.

Wonder if my car is fixed?

Just back from being at the Vineyard longer than expected, a tiring but good time. After some initial confusion struggling through fireworks hungry multitudes in Oak Bluffs, things went pretty smoothly. Kid's band is surprisingly good, Gay Head even lovelier than anticipated, the West Tisbury Fair, while not up to the standard set by the Cummington one, still pretty nice, drunk college students still as annoying as always, human psychology still a big letdown, etc., etc.

Today so far has been mostly travel, had enough of that for a bit, I think. Going to go fetch the pups shortly.