Why good evening, blog readers. I'm on the futon, 5PM. The boys are playing upstairs. M is making grilled cheese. The dogs are chasing shadows in circles around the first floor. All afternoon rain, wind, and clouds have cartwheeled through the neighborhood. These Sunday nights stick in memory.

My throat hurts. Not sure why. This morning I woke with a soul-reducing sore throat. Tonight I'm taking cold medicine. I get the sense that boogers or whatever are running from my sinuses into my throat. This wouldn't be a big deal, I suppose, except I want to lift in the morning and I can't if I'm all snotty. We'll see. Maybe I can combine cold medicine, a painkiller, an anti-anxiety, and lunesta. Holy hell, I'll be flying.

So this morning I slept until close to seven-thirty and didn't hit the coffee shop as planned. Instead M went to the gym while I showered and ate breakfast. The boys fought about video games about 25 times before 9AM, so I made them clean their room and come up with a non-combative video game plan. I was pretty hard on them but this shit has endured long enough. Then I cleaned the first floor and finished Talking With Girls About Duran Duran on the couch while the boys returned to video games. Not a bad afternoon, really. I'm reading and writing a ton lately. I'm not sure why. I mean, I always read, I guess, days don't pass without my nose in a book, but I've been reading six of twenty-four hours since the surgery. I've also been reading fairly easy material, though, but no complaints, it's not like I'm reading Cosmo. After finishing laundry and watching a Bones I meant to drive to Alterra's but detoured to Borders. I don't know if they've been putting more material out on the shelves or what, but I found a shitload that I either passed on earlier visits or was recently place in the stacks. After just scanning the fiction I found another Bukowski, a couple Burroughs, a Leonard Cohen (looks weird), and a few more. Not a bad haul for 30 bucks. I drove home, answered email, and drafted a book review. Then I had fake chicken nuggets for an early dinner, put away laundry, put out tomorrow's clothes, made tomorrow's lunch, and cleaned the kitchen. Then back to the couch with Hesse's Demian. I haven't read the book in twenty years but today, with all the rain and wind, is a perfect day for Hesse. I'll write more on him later once I've delved deeper into the book.

I need blueberry tea. I refuse to call it “tisane” because “tisane” is a stupid word. Good night.