In which… ah, fuck it.

The entire point of yesterday’s post was to get Truck to comment. He did not. Bitch.

Today: I got up, cleaned house, meditated, napped, ate leftover enchiladas, and cleaned more house. I’ve done more laundry than you can shake a stick at. I got rid of the cat pee smell in the living room (but I honestly don’t know what did it – I just cleaned and/or vacuumed and/or laundered everything and now it’s gone). I swept. I dusted. I de-cobwebbed. I even scrubbed the tray under the dish drainer.

Outside it’s overcast and dreary. The leaves are turning stunning colors and then falling immediately to their deaths. Brett’s dog Stella has been lounging in my jeep since 1:30 and will not get out no matter what I tell her.

I’m going to town to buy groceries. I will probably have a cocktail first. As always, I love the word “cocktail.” Cocktail!

My dad will arrive sometime this weekend.