This is a textbook Sunday: the sun is shining, there is very little breeze, it’s 65 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.

 

Not bragging, too much, but I spent a while at work and finished a huge fucking project.   I would love to share both the weather and my accomplishment, but of course I’ve driven everyone truly important out of my life.  So I’m having a beer and watching Date Night on cable (“…And will you, for the love of God, put on a fucking shirt?“) and getting annoyed that there is an F1 key on this laptop where my old (now busted) netbook had an ESC key.

I do have the blinds open, some.  And I’m about to dig in to some leftovers.  A real wild man.