Sunday: Slept in a bit. Phone calls. Cats. Down basement, drums and morning things. Made plans to have brunch with Wnd. MB returned from OCBC, just as I was heading out.
Our first choice was too full, so went to the Bickford's. Nice in a trashy sort of way. Took a little walk around, then went shopping over in the land of too much stuff. And as usual didn't find much of what I was looking for. Bookends.
Back home and some hanging out. Cleaned out the small fridge I bought for my friends. Made some tweaks to posters. MB headed off to the free circle. I drove off and looked for some screens. Didn't find them, but bought a rug. I asked the youth at the pizza hut in the Target if they had slices, but what I should have asked him was "Do you have slices without nasal effluence?"
Stopped in Boston and dropped the posters. This experience was a bit like something from the movie Being John Malcovitch. Then to the circle, where we were putty in MB's hands. Martin doesn't appreciate having to jump like a frog.
Back home, and work on fixing up the basement. Put down the rug, etc. It was a late night.
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