Apart from talking on the phone, today was not a banner day for getting shit done.

Maybe I’m just daunted by the overly Calcutta-esque look to my place this week.

Of course, I have the detritus of my past (and future) yard sale(s). On top of that, the power went out several times last night in my neighborhood, so laundry became a deal and a half. It’s a long, boring, sweating in the humidity and irritation creating story that simply wearies me to even consider. Ultimately, I ended up with damp clothes and towels and napkins and sheets and blankets draped over every conceivable surface in my place.

I’m mildly pissed that I can’t find any evidence of last night’s blackout anywhere on the Internet, including the local news sites. I guess the fact that we were all hot and sweaty but not looting, vandalizing and fighting in the dark makes it insignificant. I did threaten the very nice man who owns the convenient store down the street with a looting spree. Instead, he just let me come into his darkened and locked store and buy a coke.

At least it was kind of fun joining others in the neighborhood out on the muggy street watching the guys in the utility company cherry pickers trying to give us light back. Ain’t not much else to do at 11 p.m. in the dog days of summer.