Today feels like a Saturday, probably because I didn’t do much work. What did I do, you ask? I slept until about 4:30 and decided to rest my legs instead of hitting the YMCA. Then I decided to avoid the office as I was languorously tired and I wanted to see the kids before Nana weekend kicked into gear. I took out the garbage (frost on the car windshields), fed the dogs, and ate breakfast. N rose, so we watched science channel specials until T was up as well. The sun was bright and the air cold. I tried to answer email, etc. at Java Dock but they were closed for the second time in a week. Shitty business practices, people! Instead I sat at the Alterra counter for an hour. At one point a man in head to toe black lycra sat next to me. No, that wasn’t a little weird. I think he was a bicyclist, but still. Just before ten I drove down to MAM, parked on the street, and walked through the wind (not nearly as windy as earlier in the week) to the museum. I sped through my second viewing of the design show, covertly snapping a few more pictures, then took the stairs to the third floor. Man, I love the Bradley collection, and the museum was deserted, too. I sat in front of the Rothko for a few minutes until an unforgivably chatty security guard broke the silence. I bet she got the job because she was “good with people”, and I know I sound like a little bitch, but no, I don’t want to answer questions about what I see in Rothko or hear about how this Russian couple yesterday liked the Calatrava. I fled from her presence but she got bored and found another guard in the folk art section and talked to him, way loud, while I visited my favorite gallery. I hope she got in trouble. Not big trouble. Just a little. I’m rediscovering the basement galleries, too. That “rooms of wonder” exhibit is way cool. Also, I was right, there are two German expressionist galleries, one on the first floor and one on the third. German expressionism is interesting, all the bright, garish colors contrasted with dark tones and misshapen figures. Excellent material.

After a comedy of bad driving encounters (accident, construction, dumbass truck driver lost in my neighborhood) I returned home and began replacing a broken kitchen faucet. The old one was all tight but after two hardware visits and an hour with my bare skin on mouse shit I successfully finished the job. My kids gave a 20% chance of success an M said she was worried I would somehow render our plumbing worse. Suck it, family! I win! The rest of the afternoon wasn’t bad, visiting with Nana, quick trip to the library, some Halloween event setting up downtown. I’m about to drop T off at the movie theater for a date with Lexi. Whoo!

What else happened this week? I’m three hundred pages into Moby Dick but I may hit the pause button on the novel because the new Ferris rolled into the library off the reserve list. Teaching has been fine. I haven’t had any PTSD events for five or six days.

Ok, T wants to leave. More later. Happy Halloween.