i just came back half an hour ago from a hard-bopping 90 minute run on the mountain of love. chilly and damp, but not yet cold. the colours are changing quicker now.
i stripped off all my wet running gear, put a towel on the carpet and got down to do my abdominals naked and sweaty.
right away, the idiot psycho guitar guy starts to give us a concert on his bass. definitely not playing in his soundproof studio. needy & useless.
earlier today i went to see my herbalist in china town. come december we will have been together for 18 years. i will take him a bottle of cognac, even though i know that he drinks too much. he is a lonely old man.
i also took the time to put the low table back in front of the window, and put this computer up on to a rolling computer desk. sit in straight back chair again. no more sitting on the floor until next springtime.
soon be time to caulk the big window and put up the plastic bubble.
ridiculous beauty on the mountain of love. |