First Day of Ordinary Time

Do you ever disdain with love? I don’t want to give a preface for ordinary time.

I am having wine now.

I’ve contacted a lot of monthly mansion places for work. Short-term furnished apartments. Not for me. I work in HR and I set things up for people. I am the setter upper.

I’ve ignored phone calls that I think are from the driver teaching guy I inquired to a few days ago. I want him to teach me how to park in my driveway.

I had an inappropriate dream the last night, and the big issue here is that it wasn’t even fun. Just guilt ridden. I would like a guilt free inappropriate dream.

I put on the Policenauts record today. I listened to Side B more than A, but Side A is better.

With the snow this morning, I didn’t cycle to the store to buy breakfast for my wife, I walked. Both ways. In the snow. No hills though.

Crime and Punishment was delivered today. Clothbound classic. I like the book. The first 200 pages or so make you want to kill yourself though. Russian literature, eh? That Mountain Goats song references the book. You know, Love Love Love.

I drank a lot of tea. Most of it Earl Grey. Some of it decaffeinated. I’m sensitive to that after a certain time of day, and like a good night’s sleep.

I’m going for drinks with colleagues next week, and in my head I imagined we went to karaoke and I sang cool songs, and people thought I was putting on airs and then I got in a huff. Wowzers. After thinking that, I took a chill pill. And listened to some cool songs.

Denouement. Denouement.

Thus ends the first day of ordinary time.

Except a preface when the mood hits me. Summer is sometimes strong.