I cooked and cleaned today in anticipation of a pre-Easter dinner with Ms. S.’s parents, and I found it glorious.
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I cooked and cleaned today in anticipation of a pre-Easter dinner with Ms. S.’s parents, and I found it glorious.
… quoth Ratfinkovich.
“In 1979, Onan Goopta molted his earthly encumbrance to pursue his Selfisophical research in another dimension. That means, he died of prostate cancer.”
I’ll consider this my day of rest. I have little to report, to communicate, or to reflect upon at the moment.
And it rained today. And rained and rained. We got in some quality tv-together-time (T3).
Some reading, little work, some pain. The day in review.
… is the secret … the moment when everything happens … is the answer … the reason why everything happens.
Let’s make contact.
— Fr. Schiller, “On the Pathetic”
We rewatched all but the last twenty minutes of “Kontroll” last night after our rotation (we finished it today).
Thereafter I put on “Clerks”, silently, in the background while sitting in the office and while munching on some oats and blueberries (no, I’m not a horse). I paid it little attention. No attention. This noon we had a tasty lunch in town; this evening I enjoyed a can of kipper snacks by Polar.
Completing and beginning, summing up, and miscellany.
Inside: exercises, “math”, and the day in {re|pre}view.
Sunday celebration, Monday rotation, and various and sundry.
If there’s a group I’ve enjoyed ridiculing this year, it’s all those related to the quacktastic Weston A. Price Foundation, such as Sally Fallon and her book “Nourishing Traditions”, as well as Dr. Mercola.
These are easy targets.