Month: May 2012

Duck hunting

It was a quiet though lovely day here in New York. Lots of sunshine, nothing much to be done. Oh sure, I’ve got lots and lots and lots of Kaleidotrope submissions still to get through — and I only managed to get through a tiny handful today — but beyond that and an episode of Supernatural, it’s not like I had anything remarkable planned.

This evening, I went out to dinner with my parents, sister, and brother-in-law, for Mother’s Day. We went to the same restaurant we went to for my birthday in March. I even had the same duck entree. And it was good, but not anywhere as good. Oh well.

When I came home, I watched Predators, which will never replace the original in my heart — really, what could? — but it was surprisingly not terrible.

And that was my day.

Ah, the weekend’s here again

I was woken up early this morning by a barking dog, who admittedly did have to go outside…although maybe only because, as I learned this evening, last night he ate several peanuts, shells and all. My sympathy extends only so far.

I spent the rest of the day as one would spend any normal Friday, researching cognitive psychology textbooks until my own cognitive processes started to crumble into dust.

Why? How did you spend your Friday?