Crazy Tacos in the evening
Yesterday things went pretty much like normal for a Sunday. Trish got up around 7:30, & I fixed pancakes. The original idea there was to give her a large breakfast to last until 3:00, but now she's eating salad bars as an early lunch.
Trish drove to work yesterday, so she called around 1/4 till, while I'd highlighted a passage in Mindstorm that needed to be cut. I'm trying to make the writing more realistic & use psychological causation, instead of near-future pseudo-scientific causation. For lunch, I used up the leftover beans from our chicken dinner Thursday night & put them on toast. I checked my email, & found a "Critters misses you" note, so I went thru a lot of eye-strain reading some guy's Ch. 1 to the 2nd volume in a trilogy. I want to stay in the group, but my vision is so bad that it's hard to do crits. Fearless Taco doesn't understand this. He thinks my vision is as good as Jerome's. Hell, I'm legally blind. John just likes to be an authority on everything, including the Biggolith & his skinny dog.
After I finished the crit, I went out onto the porch -- cooler there; we've turned on the pilot light -- & talked with wako thru the wire, up until 2:00, when I signed off, to wait for Trish's call. She had pretty much finished at 2:00, but elected to stick around until almost 2:30. The green pickup had taken her parking spot, so she parked in front of the church.
For supper, we went over to El Taco Loco, even though neither of us had Crazy Tacos. I had an En-cha-Treat-o & Trish a chicken enchilado, then we split an order of nachos.
Down in the basement, Trish did some whites & some coloreds, both of them small loads. We took the telephone down with us, & Donna called during the Buffy-fest.
When we'd finished the laundry, we shot the orgasm-death. I still had problems with ED, even though the haldol has been cut in 1/2. Dr. Nolan says that, if I need it, he'll phone in a 'script for Viagra, but I want to make sure it's the haldol, first.
Trish drove to work yesterday, so she called around 1/4 till, while I'd highlighted a passage in Mindstorm that needed to be cut. I'm trying to make the writing more realistic & use psychological causation, instead of near-future pseudo-scientific causation. For lunch, I used up the leftover beans from our chicken dinner Thursday night & put them on toast. I checked my email, & found a "Critters misses you" note, so I went thru a lot of eye-strain reading some guy's Ch. 1 to the 2nd volume in a trilogy. I want to stay in the group, but my vision is so bad that it's hard to do crits. Fearless Taco doesn't understand this. He thinks my vision is as good as Jerome's. Hell, I'm legally blind. John just likes to be an authority on everything, including the Biggolith & his skinny dog.
After I finished the crit, I went out onto the porch -- cooler there; we've turned on the pilot light -- & talked with wako thru the wire, up until 2:00, when I signed off, to wait for Trish's call. She had pretty much finished at 2:00, but elected to stick around until almost 2:30. The green pickup had taken her parking spot, so she parked in front of the church.
For supper, we went over to El Taco Loco, even though neither of us had Crazy Tacos. I had an En-cha-Treat-o & Trish a chicken enchilado, then we split an order of nachos.
Down in the basement, Trish did some whites & some coloreds, both of them small loads. We took the telephone down with us, & Donna called during the Buffy-fest.
When we'd finished the laundry, we shot the orgasm-death. I still had problems with ED, even though the haldol has been cut in 1/2. Dr. Nolan says that, if I need it, he'll phone in a 'script for Viagra, but I want to make sure it's the haldol, first.
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