Yesterday was reasonably unstructured, as I try to rest and recover after my last job. Took it pretty easy. Only went out to buy groceries late in the morning (and got reminded that oh, yeah, that's the time of day when trucks make deliveries; I was dodging lots of big rigs on the crowded streets on and around the Hawthorne Fred Meyer). I also set up both this road trip and a dentist's appointment for tomorrow.
Dream last night seemed to be the story of the fall of Bob Packwood as told by Stephen King, and that was...odd.
Hey, George Carlin-related thing tomorrow: the backyard film screening series I've started going to (which started last week with 1968's great mercenary film Dark of the Sun, and I'll try to do a write-up tomorrow about that screening) will be George Carlin-focused. Lance Kramer (the guy hosting the films) will first show the 15-minute entirety of the "Seven Words" routine, followed by Kevin Smith's Dogma. Smith was one of the people who gave Carlin some actual meaty roles -- Carlin was one of the best things in Jersey Girl -- and his Cardinal Glick in Dogma is something special, role-wise.
(And by the way, come to think of it, Carlin probably would've been slightly embarrassed by dying on a slow news day, when there was probably even more focus on his life and death than would've happened under more news-drenched circumstances.)