again with the monday

it seems it's monday again. so much for my three-day weekend. i never get quite as much done as i'd like, but that's mostly because i gravitate toward laziness. alas. well, it's okay. i feel fine.

i suppose a low point of the weekend came when i had just finished mopping the living room floor, because it was nasty - and when i returned from putting the mop away max had made a huge puddle on the same patch of floor. in his senility he sometimes forgets to tell us he wants out. kara was kind enough to step in and clean up that spill. both of us did a lot of picking up of max when he fell down. his back legs just go out from under him sometimes. often.

anyways. i slept pretty well last night, and have done so for the last week or two. i pay for this three-dayer with a one-day weekend next weekend, and we'll see how i handle that. i expect that on saturday the 7th i'll do as little as possible.

it is indeed april already. that's crazy talk, i know. time goes by faster and faster because each successive year represents a smaller fraction of our lives. for what it's worth, i've got picasso's running women on my calendar this month. readingwise, having finished the mailman, i'm onto a drury. i like his style a lot - i think of nicholas mosley and don delillo. something about the sense of disconnect seems to grab me.

we finished season five of "24" yesterday. in the final moments, jack was (literally) shanghaied - grabbed up and put on a ship bound for shanghai. i reckon season six will be available on dvd around christmastime, so we have a while to wait before we find out what happens there. (of course, as indicated above, the months will surely race by.) very exciting, though.

our lives are less thrilling, but still rather good. i do like things quiet, as it happens. and as a bit of an irrelevant aside, this graph here represents my popularity. it seems a fair amount of people happen by this space, but not so many come back. alas again. i suppose i'm not for everybody. but we knew that, didn't we?