washout

well crud. the washing machine was more of an ordeal than i had expected. a man arrived at about 1pm to tool with it and at about 2:30 he concluded it had expired. fortunately there is a perfectly fine washing machine at the old house and i booked a moving company to haul it over here on sunday. it's in the basement of the old house (next to the octopus) and kara and i don't want to mess with moving the thing. so on sunday we should be able to do a spot of wash.

unfortunately i haven't gotten to writing yet; i'm about to. i did finish the mosley book in a coffee shop called mandolin that has grown on me considerably. while the appliance man was working on the washing machine i started "kafka on the shore" and it's gripped me immediately. something about that murakami, boy. his stuff is good to read while i'm writing, maybe more so than the mosely, because his style is so relaxed and easygoing, it makes me think the writing of it was just as breezy. it gives me confidence. and he tends to have pleasantly bizarre things happen in his books, and i like that.

but what am i doing blogging?! i should be fictioning! kara will be home in an hour and a half!