The weather is perfect today…breezy, going down to 60, no humidity of which to speak. Chopin’s Nocturnes play while I finish cleaning the first floor and wait for 9PM so I can fold clothes to the “My Boys” season finale. Then I’ll read Murakami and sleep on the front porch. I’m burning a few CDs for tomorrow’s Chicago trip as we speak…The Mountain Goats “We Shall Be Healed” burns now.

This morning I worked out (Veronica Mars again), ate breakfast, watched some of the wall to wall Favre coverage, and hit the backyard with Shadow. I cranked The Hold Steady from the garage (hey, if my neighbor can play sports radio at 120 fucking decibels, I can listen to The Hold Steady) while raking up the last of the apples. Afterwards I cut the grass and managed to get the trimmer working enough to trim around all the trees and gardens and all that. Then I filled the bird feeders, dug out one of those sticky weeds, and sprayed weed killer between the sidewalk cracks. Not a bad morning. I hit Target for a scale (I wanted one that showed discreet digital numbers) and the supermarket for ranchero beans and one of those huge yogurt containers so I don’t have to open two little ones for smoothies. Then I came home, worked out again (more V. Mars), sent some emails, and ate dinner. After that Shadow and I walked downtown. I stopped at Dawn’s on the way home to ask her to let Shadow out tomorrow. I watched a bit more Sportscenter then loaded the non-food (I don’t want the raccoons attacking the bags overnight) garbage out front. A few of the basement bags are near bursting but they should make it onto the truck tomorrow morning. After some television I’ll hit the porch with Murakami.

Tomorrow I’m driving south. More later. Good night.