You can't sit cross legged on the couch for five hours straight without regretting it afterward. Well, at least I can't. Not anymore. I'm sure the four hours of doing the same thing before that didn't help. There was a supper break in there. With walking.
So, productive weekend. I stayed home this weekend. I finished reading a book that I'll tell you about soon, and made a lot of progress on another book.
Probably about two years of comic books got sorted and bagged and boxed and removed from my bedroom and added to the mass in the attic that will some day squish me flat.
And I talked to a homeless guy at Starbucks. Not the one in the wizzard hat who kept making grunts and moans and chuckles and was really freaking Gandolf out. No, the other one who seemed totally lucid until you realized what he was talking about. We had a nice chat, well, he had a nice chat and I had a nice smile and nod and "yep" at the right places. I didn't feel that I could add much to the discussion about the relative merits of alien spaceship drives. But I felt I contributed nicely when talking about 8 dimensional FTL drives.
And then I spent about nine hours working on a wedding gift for Der Muffinmann. Hey, Muffin, you don't have an allergy to week old mayonnaise substitute, do you? How about if the substitute is something I found growing under the house? Is sandwich spread supposed to speak?
Question for the masses:
Yummy and I and a bunch of people with chromosomes that resemble mine if you turn your head and squint are going to be in St. Louis next week. On our list of places to hit are the City Museum, the Anheuser-Busch brewery tour, and those claustrophobic washing machine tumbler things that get you to the top of the St. Louis Arch. What else would you add to the list?
Don't forget Mimi the cat. It needs a home.