Monday. They're saying more rain these next two weeks. Plenty last night, from the sound of it, showers today. Such is life. Still, no tornados, no droughts, no crop failures, no tsunamis and no earthquakes (to date). I understand that rain, given the nature of the world, is not the end of the world unless you're a fat assed Californian with a narrow perspective. And yes, even with the cloudy sky it's light outside. Spring is here, it just hasn't finished unpacking.
Later. MRE called me at home from the office just before six suggesting we meet in Rockridge for a beverage. Rockridge. OK. A drive to the Rockridge BART station to meet MRE, a short walk to a sushi restaurant for spicy tuna and a square cup of Onikoroshi. The square cup of Onikoroshi cost more by about half than a bottle of Ozeki at Beverages and More, but then that's the way of the world. Another walk down the street for a Guinness and fries to close the evening before ten, my head relatively clear sitting here at the computer listening to NPR. Something a little different for a Monday evening. I'll be in bed before eleven, up at six, back to work by seven-thirty. A break in the pattern (he rationalized) for an after work Monday.
What are you babbling about?