Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

A good day for walking: low 70s, and the kind of mostly cloudy where there's still a bit of a breeze and the clouds aren't oppressive. So walk I did. Including down to the wildlife refuge near the apartment, dodging bicyclists while reading (and sometimes reciting from) Caitlin R. Kiernan's The Red Tree.

It's also a good day for football. Seattle's playing San Diego, and since I like both teams (yep, even the Seahawks after that bad season last year) I figured there was a good chance I'd be happy with the game. And I have. Ah, it's comforting having football again.

It's also also a good day to listen to Days of Future Passed by The Moody Blues. This is because I just got a copy from the library (thanks to rafaela recommending it). There's a warmth to the music that's appealing: reminded me of the sort of orchestral warmth Michael Kamen liked adding to a lot of songs.

It's also also also a good day to cook, even if it was really basic cooking. Pasta + milk + garlic salt + pepper + cilantro leaves from a McCormick/Schilling container (i.e., chopped by someone Not Me a long time ago) = a good and basic saucy pasta dinner with bite! I can have simple tastes. Helps keep costs down.

So: satisfying. I feel good. This is nice.

It's also also also also THIS WRITING APPROACH HAS BEEN ABANDONED. Heh.