He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
Sam: There’s all these words for a woman who doesn’t want to have sex: frigid, uptight, cold, icy. But can you like even think of one word for a man that doesn’t want to have sex?
Danny: Dead?
Other than preparing for 3.5 weeks of moderate chaos at work, I’ve not been up to much of anything other than the occasional movie here or there from the couch. I repotted my plumeria when it began to bloom last week and bought some other fragrant flora for the yard, but I’m not yet sure where to plant. I need to put some serious time into weeding the loriapy and trimming the hedges in the yard. The Chinese witchhazel is getting unruly. The weekend went by fairly quickly despite most of it having been spent indoors due to the inclimate weather. The rain is incessant. I went to Mercer Arboretum briefly yesterday afternoon, but the heat and humidity stifled my desire to photography anything. I tried to give Henry another summer trim this evening, but he grew restless, so we’re on part one of two. Maybe I can finish it up tonight before bed. As of today (July 1), I am no longer working for the management infrastructure I have been for the last 2 and almost a half years. Today I work for a new arm of the company. Time will tell how positive the unrequested change will become, but topically, it doesn’t appear to be a bad move (yet). My mom is flying up in the morning to petsit the kids while I’m in Louisiana on business tomorrow. I have to be at the airport by 5:45 in the morning. Not fun.
God, Craig is in Louisiana aabout every two weeks. When he tried to come home wednesday of last week his flight was put off til the next day, but because he’s a platinum member they got him out later that night. Then THAT flight was cancelled so he had to hop a Continental flight to Houston THEN fly to Dallas. I hope you have better luck than he does. His flights from there are almost always like that.
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