all the cats inside

Whoa, a little burst of rain. A shower. Not more than a few minutes. But at least it wasn't a drizzly misty affair. A little solid. Still, not enough to wetten the dirt or get your shoes muddy. It was more like a gesture, a sweet thought, something to keep your hopes up, or maybe a cruel tease.

I have all the cats inside. Not because of the rain, which was a complete surprise. All three cats were hungry for breakfast, and I was looking to start the new summer routine of keeping them in the air-conditioned house.

Chuck, Season Five

I actually liked the second episode. Morgan Grimes becoming Mr. Super Arrogant because of the Intersect strikes me as an interesting dynamic, as he breaks away from everyone, including his bestest friend Chuck, because he feels they are jealous and are holding him back.

Do You write on the Internet only

Ms. Fox is still probing to see if there is something redeemable in me. She asks, "Do You write on the Internet only, or can be, do you write short stories or books?"

I said, "Heh, I haven't written stories since school days, and I will never write anything worth a dollar. I just write journals. Before the Internet, I wrote in notebooks, and now I use blogs, this one and private ones."

* * * *

She comes back and says, "I would in your place tried to write a book. I think, you would have written an interesting book. :)"

Well, that picked me up a little. For a moment, I thought she might be mocking me.

cats have spent all day in Pop's office

It's two in the afternoon, and all three cats have spent all day in Pop's office. Pop has been gone most of the day, so that they have the room all to themselves. Apparently Coco and Ash have spent the better part of this time on the windowsill. I'm a little disappointed. I feel shunned, a little. But I don't think it's personal. I hope not.

Post-Nap

Still overcast. Like it wants to rain. But not bad enough. That little mini-shower this morning is probably all we're going to get. A pity. The ground is cracking up and cratering again.

And it's only 88 degrees. We probably could have toughed it out without the a/c, but I'm glad Pop has been away, allowing us to live in ease and good conscience.

And I am so, sooo tired of thinking about how life has passed me by. Maybe I should resolve never to write another word of it, including the people I barely knew. For instance, coming out of my nap today, I was thinking about Vogel, my teaching assistant during my first year at law school, the guy who went a bit out of his way to befriend me a little. I was thinking about how he is an old guy now, probably fifty, being a couple of years older, and there is just this big, fat nothing that is me.

Kellogg's Frosted Mini-Wheats

"Pretty excited about a cereal commercial, aren't you?"

Well, I wouldn't mind an upgrade. Though, my Fruity Cheerios are at least better than Captain Crunch.

"So, what is this new wonder?"

Kellogg's Frosted Mini-Wheats. It's a punch of thick pillows of grainy type stuff.

"That's never worked for you before."

True, but these are frosted. And I'm older. It's worth a shot.