June 22, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
Means you accept the repercussions of dumping canned chili, salsa verde, and queso blanco on your hot links.
Thank you for all of the wonderful feedback about the podcast. I hope y’all continue to listen to those amazing ladies as they search out the meaning of the universe or whatever.
Yesterday got weird.
I rocked my bank run and errands.
Then I ran some more errands with Teacher Sis.
After buying the last of my peanut butter that any of my local stores carry, I came home to bury my sorrows under a mountain of chili and “cheese” and sausage.
I’ve been eating a lot better lately than I have in recent years, so eating something that heavy and disgustingly delicious put me in the hurt locker.
I nearly fell asleep within minutes of eating it.
But I didn’t sleep.
I got busy instead.
I did a little research for a work project that I’ll be tackling next week.
And then I started working on a painting that Ms. Perkins commissioned me to do…
I didn’t get very far on it, but I got a good start.
I’ll work on it more this weekend.
You may notice that I’m not in the studio. It’s because it’s 10,000 fucking degrees out there.
So I started working on this painting in the Meditation Room. I finished listening to the episode of the Liberal Aren’ts that I was on and then got through almost all of the rest of the new David Sedaris audiobook. Which is genius.
Today is Friday.
I’ve got loads to do today.
But first up is this stupid workout.
I’m gonna get to it.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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