Reading: The Shipping News; longform.org; text messages regarding Boucher’s firing.
Listening to: Broken Bells; Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins; the goddamn motherfucking peacocks.
Watching; The Wire season three; the fog roll in; my bracket die.
Eating: SPAM and eggs; raw broccoli and homemade blue cheese dip (sour cream, mayo, blue cheese, Worcestershire and celery salt.)
Wearing: horsey pajama bottoms and a tore-up grey t-shirt.
Pondering: a bike ride, a jog, or a game of Wii golf.
Bemoaning: the destructive tendencies of my new Target shoes; my decision to play Wii golf instead of exercise.
Remembering: a dream about feeding pretty chickens; a dream about stepping off the dock into dark water.
Regretting: Drinking Mama Brown’s Bud Light “Platinum”; putting Gonzaga in my final four.
Yelling at: the peacocks; the squirrels; the cat; Wii golf.
Feeling: a humid-cool breeze; a sandspur splinter in my foot; a dangerous craving for chicken parm.
Celebrating: an eagle on 18; a blog in the books; a foggy and unaccounted for Sunday afternoon.
