So Be It
Tuesday. One or two good pictures from the Gay Pride parade, some problems with exposure, some problems with the way I was thinking and seeing, but all in all, the usual stuff, nothing too tragic. I want to go beyond the usual stuff, but I probably don't want it enough. Hi, ho. Two work days left in the week. I can do them. So can you.
Wednesday. Another ordinary (stressful) day at the techie farm, nothing particularly interesting to report. My friend MRE showed me the Land Rover he'd bought. "Didn't you just by a Jaguar?" Well, yes, but that was six months ago. The Land Rover Discovery, British racing green, the dark green, brown leather seats. Bought it used, but still, here I am unwilling to buy a box of paper clips and he's buying cars. "It called to me", he said.
Nothing has been calling to me, not even the Honda. I passed an Element parked in the lot beside the Paramount theater walking into work. I didn't detour to take a look. Nada. No quickening of the heart, no sweaty palms. So be it.