I’m driving to work this morning, and I’m crossing Elysian Fields, and off to my left there’s this team of guys mowing the neutral ground. And as I pass, I shut my left eye, and I don’t even notice I’ve done it until I’m past them and I open it again.
I guess my dad, with all his doom-and-gloom stories of lawnmowers mangling limbs and tossing rocks into children’s eyes, scared the living crap out of me. He’s inspired my involuntary reflexes.
In other news…
- The show‘s a success. (This is the last weekend, fyi.)
- We’re selling the other house. (Neither of us want to be landlords right now.)
- I’m finally taking a vacation. (Only for three days, but that’s more than I’ve had in several years, so what the hey.)
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