today looks a lovely day.  i should go out in it.  i will go out in it.  where?  the sun is streaming in the bedroom window as it does this time of year, and my cappuccino is steaming alongside some kind of berry-covered contraption the pizza parlor (do they have pizza parlors anymore?) sent along last night.  the drizzled sugars gleam in the sunlight, under the dancing dust motes.  and i have today to put to use.

i could just sit here.  but then tonight will come and i will have just sat here.  i plugged-back-in the phone and so my imperceptible connection to the world is restored. wwoz is streaming too, and i don’t remember the name of this guy, but he has that voice that says “owa” for those things that rush buy marking the course of a day. now he’s signed off without mentioning his so-well-known name, and tom morgan has come on. i’ll have to check the webpage..o silly me.  i forget, no schedule info is available: there is no schedule. i forget.

what to do.  surf some job apps.  pointless surfing.  checkout baubles, connect with the knit shop.  read. surf for realtors. work on the house.  change the lightbulb on the front porch. drive up to make some deposits, that still needs to be done.

bingo, a communique has just arrived reminding me that i need apply for a particular job opening at the U.  oh thank you, particular communique, for providing a purpose to my otherwise flailing day!  the drive up to the deposits and HR it is, then, after a pause for personal hygiene.