Mystery Train

Unfortunately, we could not get the mystery train for our anniversary, so we're going next weekend (the 17th) instead. It's from 7-10 p.m., or thereabouts, so we'll leave here around five. It will be fun to enjoy fine dining in a dining car of a train as a murder mystery unfolds. I love riding by train. It feels so movie-star (I'm thinking North by Northwest).

My meeting at 8 a.m. on Friday ended around 9 a.m. Then I went back to the studio to pack and clean up. I stopped by to have my hair trimmed and could not get my usual stylist, but the girl who trimmed my hair did a good-enough job. I drove through rain the whole way home, arriving about 11:30, but Esteemed Spouse was not home. He was playing golf in the rain. I decided to not make an issue out of it, but it was nearly two o'clock before he came home. I couldn't help opening the door to greet him and saying, "I just wanted to see what an imbecile looks like." He laughed and said, "That's me!" (I think he was glad I wasn't yelling or crying or otherwise having myself a hissy fit.) I figure it's the last golf outing of the year (or next to last, anyway), so why bother fussing.

He wants to get new tvs (flat screen, wall-hung) for our offices, but I told him I didn't want one. I'm not here often enough to warrant the expense, but he will probably get a new one for his office. I may take his old one just to watch videos on at the studio. I could likely hook up a cheap dvd player to it.

We actually have fed the squirrel right out of our hands now. Even the notoriously skittish chipmunks come right up when we toss out peanuts. These days, though, the blue jays are hogging up most of the eats.

I dreamed last night of watching a person jump off the top of a high building. It was as if I were in an upper storey (like 10th or 11th floor), and a person jumped off from the roof, maybe another four or five floors higher. I was trying to call 9-1-1 while watching the jumper do all sorts of elegant whirls and flips, seemingly quite happy. Weird.

The rocket-bombing of the moon was a dud, visually speaking. I watched and saw what everyone else saw: a still shot of the dark side of the moon. Supposedly, the NASA people were happy with their results, but it wasn't worth getting up early to tune in, for sure.

Pres. Obama is having to be defensive about winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I told my spouse that if the Nobel folks ever offer a Nobel Warmongering Prize, maybe conservatives could win one.

I need another day off. Two or three more. How about a week? I'm tired, and I've got meetings galore all week. Bummer.