Bird Chirping & Rainy Skies Just Don't Match

SUNDAY AFTERNOON: I blame global warming. It's rained on and off all weekend and I'm sick of it. It makes me sleepy and drained and grumpy and nostalgic and sad. I don't especially care for any of those feelings or sensations.

Boudreaux is hiding under the bed I think, his afternoon walk complete, half-chewed rawhide and a sticky Santa Clause chew toy from last Christmas are at my feet. My kitchen is messy. My kitchen is never messy, but it is today.

Something about the new neighbors downstairs. They seem to have peculiar cooking habits, the odor creeps upward sometimes and it's too potent not to miss. And in recent days I've seen large horse-flies in our neat, quiet entry-way. I wonder if their cooking has anything to do with it.

RJ hasn't called to apologize, and I doubt she will after her dreadful outburst on the phone two nights ago.

I ordered Chinese food today, something I shouldn't have done for lots of reasons, but it was a great lunch and will make even better eating during the Sopranos. Sometimes I hate being a bachelor. A movie with the neighbors last night reminded me of that. Everyone coupled-up. The neighbors, the twinks in front of me, the old queens beside me, the couple directly behind me.

This is what rain does to me. :-\

Posted by JD on June 3, 2007 6:34 PM