Doooley dooley doooley doooooo....

Everything profound and interesting I was going to say went right out the window...

Could be the treats I know are sitting in one of the cubes. I suspect doughnuts are involved. I shouldn't *care*, really, there was the monthly continental breakfast in the lobby of ChezMaus, and I had a lovely croissant and juice and whatnot. (Did I mention I still love my new apartment?
I mean, they *feed* me, and everything!) But nothing scrambles your head like a doughnut...

And it's payday...

And I'm going to see the production of "The Stinky Cheese Man and other Fairly Stupid Tales" tonight with friends.

Alright, who tied the Happy Helmet on me when I wasn't looking? Hah?!?!It has to be one of you....'fess up!!!

My subconscious is full of little cardboard boxes...

...I can tell that summer is starting to be on it's way out; someone asked me to make them a scarf like the one I was knitting at lunch. Heh heh. It's one of the best things about being a Flying-white Samurai Knitter of Supreme Fabulousness...the contract; the lovely knitting contract. I must pester Ben the Neighbor to add more knitted stuff on my website when he and Pipa Pete gets back from visiting his mother; Mom the Farmer.

And when they get back, I am dragging them to the kilted cawfeeshop...if it's open yet...

*stretches back*

When it's really quiet at the Inferno it gives me time to think. This week (for a bunch of personal reasons) I've been doing a lot of mental digging in the back closets of my memories...dusting off boxes I'd packed years ago, checking the contents, seeing if the memories have gotten any more ragged with age or wear or being packed away. Seeing if I still like the color. Trying a few on, just for old time's sake. Throwing others away because they don't fit or I don't want to store them anymore. Some of the memories are ones I almost forgot I had, and some are ugly. Some suprise me with how relevant they are, or bright, or good.
Some are just sort of compulsive--I know they don't do any good, and I don't really want them, but I can't bring myself to toss them into the back boxes of my little skull.
It's kind of fun, this mental housecleaning....

Back to workies now... at least it's quiet workies...