I am at Adelle's and I think I'm going to get some homework done. Judging by my inability to even start this blog post (which I am self-required to write before I begin any homework), the plan may not go off without a hitch or twenty. Anna and Michaela are here; that should explain it to you.
As it turns out, I will be playing the mandolin tonight so I expect to be up late and am not worried about having coffee at 5pm. What got me out of the house was my need to find a bit of cardboard to turn into an artist's palette - for those who don't know: I will be Bob Ross for Tonight - and decided that, given the state of my room, I would have a better chance of making headway of homework at the coffee shop. Oh well. At least I can spread out here.
I went to Agway to get soil-fixin' stuff, a rake and a trowel so's I can tuck the garden in for the winter. They were listening to NHPR and when I asked the counter girl for help finding what I needed, I also complimented her on their choice of radio station. Actually, what I said was, "I think it's really cool that you're listening to NHPR," to which she rolled her eyes. I guess it wasn't her choice; now that I think back on it, I realize that I didn't say anything to the woman who likely was responsible but it's not like I work for NHPR so that all isn't important.
This morning, I hauled brush for Al. I hope I didn't tired out my pickin' hand.
On Friday, our Linearity professor read us the riot act with respect to our collective performance on the past two homework assignments and his passive rage was fueled by the fact that we have a difficult test on Monday but I couldn't help working myself up by repeating (internally) the question "Where do I find the time??" As it turns out, I didn't do poorly on the assignments so he probably wasn't talking to me and it looks like I will have some homework time this evening (yeah yeah yeah) and tomorrow. I have cooled.
Now to work.
Remember,
The dog is watching us.
The dog is watching us.
The dog is watching us from the kitchen.

1 Comments:
Speaking of dogs, Buddy got assaulted at Dog Star yesterday (it's always the black man gets assaulted) and is even now watching me from the kitchen with his right ear encased in a bandage arrangement of hilarious proportions. Even Mazie would be sympathetic.
Anyway, I am sure in your world there are some happy dogs, maybe two or three, whatever feels right, looking at the happy clouds and happily lifting their legs on the happy little trees you added.
Much linear love to you and Melisa from DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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