flyering squirrels

Tuesday: Up around 9 as MB headed out. Too long on the web. Shower. Morning practices in the dance room. Feeling sleepy. A load of whites. Breakfast. Guitar. Emailing about the Roundhouse course. Lots. Briefly down basement, Christine already gone.

Drove to Davis Square. Flyering. The first shop I put a flyer in was "Rocking Bob's Guitars" a used guitar store. As they say "It's a sign." Also hit a couple of coffee shops, and a CD store. Picked up dietary supplements for the cats at the vet. Tried another music store in Porter Sq (Cambridge Music) but they don't have a bulletin board. Posted one near the Tibet Arts shop. A guy asked me, in an urgent tone of voice, where the nearest place was he could purchase a 6-pack.

A mellow but satisfying day at work. I fixed a couple of small problems, but spent most of the time working out ways to convince the developers of a couple of add-ons, that their software was misbehaving. It's a bit weird how much of my time is spent this way... but since I can't fix their bugs for them, I must convince them that they should give it more effort. It wasn't clear if yoga was happening tonight, so I hadn't brought my stuff. It turned out it was, but I took the opportunity to work late. My body needs some exercise though. Stayed until about 9:30.

Back home, MB showed me a mysterious piece of chocolate (with wrapper nearby) that had appeared on our back porch. We have had problems before with kids and some vandalism, but it seemed pretty odd to think that someone would be hanging around in our backyard eating chocolate. On closer inspection, the tooth marks did not look human. I suspect a squirrel is the culprit.

Speaking of squirrels, I saw some Scientology folks plying their wares in Davis Square today. They had a table set up with a huge stack of copies of Dianetics, and they were giving free "Auditing" sessions, complete with the little galvanometer (or whatever it is). I was feeling good about judging them, when I realized I was there to walk around posting flyers for my own little club. If not squirrels, maybe we're just monkeys.

Some more email. Guitar. And a snack. Soon bed.