It's all stealthy and mysterious.

As I am...not.

The power outages map and twitter feed makes me think that my power is on, but I won't know until I get back on Tuesday and ask a neighbor how long it was out. It's a little crazymaking.

Do you have an answering machine, Sue?

I think they were in the Canton neighborhood?

South of me on the waterfront. Huge gentrification area many years in. I wonder if it was the same program who my realtor suggested me to but I demurred a year ago? (No desire to be on reality tv...) It was something about the homebuying experience, and she was all "you are the perfect person for this. You had a crazy amazing fit and process. " This, while I was in Bhutan. It was surreal.

There's a SportsNight book?

No, it's a fic. Long AU slash, nice and teasy and then smutty. Thumbs up, A--, would read again.

Do you have an answering machine, Sue?

No, I used telco provided voicemail.

I could keep schedulling shows on the TiVo online and see if they come back as received on the TiVo.

That sounds like a good idea. Very clever.

Oh lord, that just triggered a dream I had this morning: I was trying to get to the market, but I was living in my old place. I managed it somehow and walked back along Coldspring and Wabash. It occurs to me that other than during the big presidents' day storm many years ago, I never walked around my old neighborhood and now do it all the time. Anyway, the walk was stressful, and clearly I was close enough to wakefulness to alleviate that: as I approached the apartments, there was some sort of flea market going on, including postcards and petitions supporting local candidates. I demurred, saying I was moving in months. I was so happy to wake up in my house!

Freaky.

Ahhh, just got back from a great weekend of swimming and hiking at Lake Pickwick. Nothing exciting happened, but it was a great relaxing trip.

Sadly it did not live up to my eye candy expectations for a marina-heavy lake resort (based on a combo of original recommendation of the place by Sexy Bartender Friend and my recent viewing of Piranha 3-D) though. I was the hottest shirtless guy at the beach, and the resort was hosting a class of 1955 reunion. Oh well, at least septuagenarians and I share an appreciation for quiet relaxation and courteous greetings.

My quest for great tasting mint tea like Moroccan restaurants on the coasts serve is now complete: the Jewish grocery in Memphis had Royal brand peppermint tea, which I am now sipping contentedly.

ita, have I mentioned that I think you should put together a list of fic for me to read during the next few months?

Cuz I do.

There was a commercial for something called Universal Technical Institute on just now. They were advertising themselves as UTI. Did no one tell them that's a urinary tract infection?!