Not Much

This is just a post to put something new up.

I read Passage by Connie Willis, and liked it enough to order her Doomsday Book. I bought teak wood oil and oiled my teak wood dining room table, with immediate and pleasing improvements. I went to work and scanned the barcodes of our entire mystery/thriller section, to see whether any copies were to be returned to the distributor for the month of July. I scrambled my last egg and ate it, and now my grocery situation is truly dire. As soon as I have an opportunity, I must buy food, unless I want to eat tomato sauce, rice, and Ranch-flavored croutons.

And the days plod on towards July 20, although not fast enough for my taste. I am lingering in a highly unpleasant limbo (I begin to appreciate the penance of those characters in Dante Alighieri’s Purgatorio, and of Sisyphus), and I believe I would like to get married and move to Texas now.

In the words of Morwen: None of This Nonsense, Please.

[Note: The pomegranate has no significance, except that it looks delicious.]