May 8, 2025

Food tastes better when the chef is hungry.

Donuts for "breakfast", which has really become lunch.

Giant maple bar, big bootie star.

Moved Mr. Bones out to the patio so he can get some real sunshine. Victor told me, "just hang him out using fishing line, he'll spin all day and won't get sunburn." So that's what I did.

And he sure is a spinnin'.

Need to hang my glass windchime with a woman's face in it. Found her at Balboa Park when I didn't realize that's what I was in it for.

Bought a table today. Young couple planning to move abroad. I wanted to say to the girlfriend, "do it alone."

But who am I to plant seeds of doubt where she doesn't see the reality yet?

There's a gift and a curse in being allergic to liars. Not enough Benadryl in my pocket.

An older model white Sprinter just drove through my neighborhood. The man is driving, and clips several trees unnecessarily. They're trying to park in a driveway and he's standing outside now barking angry rebuttals to a girlfriend who is mute.

I always loved driving big vehicles. Since I was 16. One-ton dually trucks pulling trailers. There was a certain satisfaction that came from driving them better than the guys.

I used to be able to parallel park truck trailers. I wonder if I still can.

I know I still drew a crowd parking the ambulance in spots too small to fit a Prius. There's a formula to it. 45 - straight - 45 - straight.

My driving instructor was a grumpy middle-aged man, balding everywhere except the ears. He taught defensive driving. Which meant he'd take us out in the snow storms.

"This is the steepest unplowed hill in the city, so you're going to learn how to parallel park on it with fresh snow."

I spent the entire course scared out of my mind. But the DMV passed me immediately, and I've never been at fault.

I'm trying to make a custom GPT for work. I want to love AI, but I was hoping it might be my one chance to claim technical illiteracy.

Is problem-solving fatigue a thing? I think it must be because as of today I'm officially tired of it. I need to disconnect a chimney pipe, preferably before Saturday.

What I do know is I need to stop eating junk. That salmon last night was really punk.

Bubbles in the bath. Walls I can paint murals on.

Took an epic nap today. Wrestled the table into place and wood stove out.

Dora got a shave and shower.