pro tempore

I ran off to the grocery store this afternoon and put together an I’m-way-too-crampy-to-enjoy-this-Sunday-afternoon care package for myself: Pom pomegranate blackberry tea, a book off the cheap “Bestseller” shelf near the magazine racks, and some freshly baked, dark chocolate, two-bite brownies. (OK, more than a few, but they came packaged that way.)

After lounging a bit this afternoon (and taking some Midol), I felt rejuvenated enough for a bike ride and walk with the dogs. The world was golden and smelled pretty sexy, too. I came home, showered, and was getting dressed for a dinner date with an old friend, when she called and canceled (due to anxiety issues, which meant as bummed as I was for me, I felt even worse for her).

But it’s all good; I’m watching Mr Bourdain on the Travel Channel, the kitty is asleep in my lap, and I’ve still got a lot of brownies left to munch on.

Things I want to write on soon: dreams, work/job/purpose-hunting, more on the aftermath of the same-sex crush, and (not to be written on, but simply written:) poetry!

try a second drag queen name.  Mine (if I were a drag queen!) would be Bozo 29th.  Not quite right.  But our second dog (actually, both were around when I was born, but Bozo was the older of the two) + part of the second street I lived on: Muffin Rush.  Which I think would be a great drag queen persona.  I will keep this one on file.