Good day, my friends. Happy Thursday. I think it’s Thursday. At the very least, it’s a day, and a cloudy one at that. Judging by the wet patio, we had rain before I crawled out of my swamp bedroom. The sky in one direction is clear but cloudy as hell in the opposite direction, and I can’t tell which direction they’re moving. Or even if they’re moving.
I just got an email from the Indian restaurant Shawshank and I loved. I should unsubscribe from their mailing list. I know, deep in my heart, that I won’t go back to Rhode Island. Logically, there’s zero reason for me to remain subscribed to the mailing list restaurants that I won’t be eating at ever again, barring an act of God.
My new poi showed up yesterday afternoon. They’re wonderful. I could devote an entire post to how gloriously overpowered they are compared to me. I probably will at some point.
They’re bright, sturdy, and – aside from weighing double what the pods weigh – they feel great. Suffice to say, they were worth every penny I got selling off the other props.
Today, we have a doctor’s appointment. Mom received two texts confirming today’s visit, one at the expected mid-afternoon time, and a second for an appointment two hours earlier. She called to find out what happened, and they told her she was on the calendar twice and to come in early if she wanted. We know damned well they probably booked their other patient with the same name under Mom’s file, but we’ll go in early anyway. I’ll pack headphones and poi and go outside if things start taking too long when they’re inevitably double-booked at the office.
