- Last evening, while sporting unkempt hair and a "wifebeater" undershirt in place of a real shirt, I answered the door not to my expected guest (Jeremy's mother- who wouldn't be shocked to see me like that), but to two young Mormon missionaries. The more talkative one was of Korean lineage; which I point out because his name was Elvis. Rather than take my word that, "No, we aren't currently looking for a religion," he said he'd like to come back when the "man of the house" was in. How very unlikely.
- I barely brushed against my coffee mug, which of course is on the computer desk. It actually leaned, paused as though it were making a decision of whether or not to topple and completely soak the keyboard below, or sit back in place. Guess what it did?
- My neighbors have went all out decorating outdoors for Christmas. That's not a bad thing, right? Well, it wasn't the first night or two, but now the Griswaldian glow of the lighted nativity scene, deers, trees, hedges, bushes, and... well there is more but I can't see past the glare of the front line of decorations to describe what is behind there, but anyway it is bright enough to be headache-inducing. Even with the blinds drawn. It has blotted out all the stars in the sky, and right during the only time for the next fifty years that Jupiter and Venus (and a crescent moon!) are visible together in the night sky. Bah. Humbug!
A day in the life in an alternative reality
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