February 22nd, 2011


Light. I could get used to this.

What a difference the sun makes...

It's not even visible behind the clouds, the clouds that are presaging an upcoming few days of rain and snow as winter keeps going Bwa ha ha ha haaaaaaa! You can't get rid of me!, but: These are BACKLIT clouds. Big difference. Mornings are starting to feel like mornings again.

Late afternoons, too. It's still light when I get home. I've heard of people who call themselves "solar-powered" (hi, popfiend!), and I think I'm one of them. Or becoming one of them.

So. It's helping that we're getting longer days now.

Are even the nights better? Naw, nights wouldn't be the same with sunlight. Note To Self: Never go above the Arctic Circle then...
Flavored Calories.

"A sack of taquitos?!"

This actually counts as an indulgence: taquitos. I must indulge simply.

Today taquitos went first into my shopping basket and then (after proper cooking) into my belly. Usually this wouldn't even make Twitter, let alone LJ, but Twitter's apparently not working and I'm itching to say something. The above? That's something.

The following is comprised of other somethings:
  • I've had Patton Oswalt's routine about his overeager TiVo stuck in my head.

  • A couple of gift-full packages are now in the mail. My family in Chantilly, they can still be Christmas presents in late February, right?

  • I next have an awkward-to-wrap...thing...to get into the mail. The guy at the post office was kind enough to get me advice and one big piece of material that should help. I'll tell you about this once I've done this.

  • Until today, I had never heard a supermarket PA play The Ramones's "I Wanna Be Sedated."
  • Do what you can to treat yourselves well. 'Cause you can't count on the world being nice to you.