Thanks everyone. Oh, hey.

My next door neighbor will not be on the jury for the trial of William Porter in the death of Freddie Gray... (He was just released from Monday's summonses as they've completed jury selection.)

Oh wow sara. Man, I hope that goes smoothly.

I admire you a lot, Tom.

I have a cowrite group with a woman in Austin and a dude in Sweden, so I feel your scheduling woes.

But right now I mostly feel woozy. I have an apparent recurrence of labyrinthitis. I had to use my good riddance posts here to figure out that I last had it in 2008. This round us not nearly as bad, but I'm still feeling pretty woeful about it. I really need to get up and showered and ready for that writing session but mostly I just want to lie very still.

Also why is there a thumping sound from outside? Must investigate.

Yay! The high is going to be above freezing and the low will be double digits today!

Just in time for the first temperature inversion/trapped pollution layer of the season. Yay, winter.

I acknowledge your feelings, Tom. And any hatred thereof.

My head feels like someone hit me in the back of the skull with a blunt object several days ago. I want to say I think I'd remember that, but based on TV, maybe not.

It's pretty mild as headaches go, but it's enough different to my usual that I can't seem to stop thinking about it. Distracting, that's the word.

Labyrinthitis sounds like it ought to be super cool. But I'm guessing that's a no.

I need to finish packing and cleaning and go to the airport. Bleh.

Labyrinthitis sounds like it ought to be super cool. But I'm guessing that's a no.

It's not like this at all! [link]

Well, this was stupid. Yesterday, I called the car repair place about making an appointment for a new tire. The person told me that I needed to know what kind of tires I currently have on my car. I didn't know, and I was in the office and couldn't go look at the car, so I said I'd call back. I got home, wrote down all the names and numbers from the tire, and called back, but they'd already closed for the day. So I put the paper with the tire information into my bag, and I'm at work now and have a few free minutes, so I called again. This time, they didn't even ask about what kind of tire I had. So it just took me 24 hours to make an appointment, for no reason.

Aggravating, Hil! But yay appointment?

Coffee and donuts courtesy of the radio station that covers the outlet sale every year. Nice!

I just avoided being Little Drummer Boy'ed by the narrowest of margins while running errands on my lunch break. I dialed to a station where the announcer said "Coming up next, Vanessa Williams with "Do You Hear What—" before I could hit the scan button.