wildcat

It's been dreary all day, there's not enough light out, I barely slept last night -- but I'm a few pages into a story now. I'm reading Haruki Murakami's "The Second Bakery Attack," from The Elephant Vanishes; Christian's discussing it in one of his classes so I picked it up. Murakami's men always seem to be lawyers, praticising or not.

Apparently the libraries went out for a good chunk of today, stormed downtown, were present for the library board meeting. I heard about this on a voicemail from Melissa, as I had today off and was at the market at the time. Picking up a few things for lunch. They were going to be in again at three this afternoon. If I'd bothered looking at my phone sooner, I could have probably gone down and joined up with them, but it was probably better for my overall sanity that I didn't.

Otherwise I've just been typing or making stir-fry. Quiet day. Talked to Michael on the phone for a little while as he has the week off.

But, back to the muse--