I left my camera at a friend’s place the other night so I am with out a pic of the day. Maybe I can sneak in a thousand words before I have to do some work. I haven’t had coffee yet so this will mostly be stream of consciousness. I’m working at home this morning waiting for a new mattress to be delivered. I don’t know what it is like on other towns, but here things can only be scheduled for deliver in four hour windows. If you were in a job that was not as flexible as mine, I don’t know what you would do. Maybe a doorman or a wife would help. I have this nightmarish fear that if I duck out for a paper or coffee, the deliverymen will come and go. Wait! They’re here!
I have a new mattress. Wooo-whoo! I slept the last two nights on the floor, so I am very happy to have it. Now that it’s here I can go to work, so I can’t write about my weekend. I can’t report on the charter boat fluke fishing Susan and I did on Saturday morning, courtesy of USA Weekend. I can’t tell about how I did sound and video work for a five hour electronic/hip hop shop on Saturday night. I can’t describe all the furniture I bought yesterday or ask for help on the remaining clues of the crossword. I can’t tell you about watching The Royal Tannenbaums with Colleen and Judy. Basically my weekend will have to remain a mystery, unless you email or call.
Since writing that, I have been sent this photo:
The rescued Pennsylvania miners, fresh from the shaft.