There's nothing like a little physical exertion to clear the brain. Today I was smarter. I ran my errands in the morning when the temperature was but a chilly 89 °F and one of those errands was a trip to the Y for a swim. I feel so much better. That business of exercise working out the toxins isn't half wrong. And when I was leaving the Y, I saw a little old lady attempting to parallel park her Beetle into a huge handicapped space, which she could have headed into. It took her three tries and she backed into the car behind her like five times. I will never park by that space. Ever. The car she banged into looked undamaged, so I didn't get the license number and march her in to the front desk, but I probably should have.
I drove by where they're drilling for the buried train. There is nothing going on and Marshall Street has been reopened because, get this, the mayor's office issued a stop work order. Yes! Somebody else thought it might not be such a smart idea to drain the water out of the tunnel. More impact studies must be done before they can proceed. With any luck, they won't be able to afford it since they only had $15,000 for this feasibility study.
I also drove by a ghost sign which was buried under a layer of green paint today. Another one I always meant to get a proper picture of, but didn't.
Then I came home, removed a layer of chlorine, and goofed off, alternately reading Hornblower and doing a little online shopping. I found a wallet which met my exacting specifications, bought an extra memory card for my camera, that sort of thing. Tomorrow I'm really going to have to pay for all that by knuckling down and getting some work done.
But that will be a snap, now that my head is feeling much clearer and less zombie-like thanks to the lady of leisure treatment.
338 words | July 18, 2006 10:38 PM | Real true story