How did it get to be the end of May already?

Today was more Thursday than any one person can be expected to stand.

As Thursdays go, though, it was actually pretty normal. It’s hard to believe the week is almost over, and with it, soon, these two weeks of just me and the dog. I don’t want to put too fine a point on it or anything, but, from the dog’s point of view, I think these weeks can’t be over too soon. He misses having more people around. And while it may just be that he’s been going progressively gray over the years, I’m pretty sure I’ve spotted several brand new white whiskers just this week alone.

Anyway, ever onward to Friday and — gasp! — June!

Song of the day

“The Bleeding Heart Show” by the New Pornographers

It’s taken magic to a primitive new place

Back to it

Today was just like falling off a log, if you forgot exactly why you were up on this particular log and managed to remind yourself just as you fell off into the chilly but ultimately not so terribly deep waters below. You know, or something like that.

Honestly, it was really just like a Monday, though on a Wednesday, which is the sort of thing that happens every now and then.

And hey, the work week’s already half over. Imagine that!

Song of the day

“American Dream” by Danielle Ate the Sandwich

I like the album version better, but this is still quite pretty.

Back to the daily grind

Well, almost. I worked from home today, what with it being a Tuesday and all, and I didn’t have any trouble easing back into things. (Mostly because a lot of the people I’d hoped would have responded to my e-mails in the time I was out…didn’t.) I don’t really get back into the swing of things until tomorow, when I have to get up and get the train and all that again.

For lunch, for my last day home, I went to my favorite sushi and seafood buffet — actually, the only sushi and seafood buffet I ever go to. I think it’s a great place to explore sushi, which I used to hate, in an unintimidating setting, thanks to all the other more typical Japanese fare like beef teriyaki and shrimp tempura. And the quality is excellent, which is a definite must with raw fish, and you’re able to sample from an extensive collection of rolls and other stuff, constantly being replenished. (I’m a newbie, often content with nothing more adventurous than tuna and avocado, and the nomenclature eludes me.) My meal was excellent, and more than filling, and so even the relatively high price tag — with tip, about $25 — didn’t seem bad at all. Especially when compared to the absolutely awful microwave country-fried chicken with gravy I tried having for dinner. (For shame, Marie Callendar, for shame.)

Anyway, that was my Tuesday, more or less. Sushi (and more) for lunch, working from home…oh, and discovering what looks like a half-made bird’s nest in the tree in the front yard. This is a tree, understand, whose branches are at best six or seven feet above the ground, relatively sparse, and, at the end of the driveway, in an area of considerable foot and vehicle traffic. I found piles of twigs around the base of the tree and couldn’t figure it out — was the tree molting? do trees molt? — until I spotted what looks like a nest, sans bird. I’ll keep an eye on it, but it seems like an exceptonally stupid place for a bid to roost.

Okay, so that’s my Tuesday. Now to bed with me.