It has been craaaazy-windy here for the past 36-ish hours. My windchimes are making the most beautiful racket, and i'm so happy I finally decided to hang them up, and that I hung them on the front of the house so I can hear them loud and clear from the bedroom.
Thanks to a weird teeny health thing I'm currently working around (and shall not be discussing because it's not worth it), I spent all day in bed because the thing I take for said thing knocks me out. 
Tomorrow (Monday), Matt and I I gladly hand the gummint  $85 each so we can get in on that tasty, tasty, sexy, TSA Pre-Check action. Never again shall we endure the bullshit of taking off our shoes and jackets at the TSA line; nor will we take our laptops or our ziplocs of liquids, gels, and aerosols out of our bags.  It's about to be all 1997 in this jawn.
YISSSSSS

Thought we'd have net at home yesterday, turns out the tech will come Monday morning instead. Two days without connectivity. We can do this.

I am eating the breakfast I was fantasizing about last night: omelet on lavash. Mmmf.

Last night we watched the second Hunger Games movie. Roberta and I are thoroughly sucked in and eager to see the new movie and we don't want to see the trailer, hear any spoilers from the book, or otherwise know anything about it. My kid is eager to tell us all about the politics of the movies vs. the books and what her Tumblr peeps are disappointed about— but has neither read the books nor seen the movies. I am resolved not to listen to a word until I've formed my own opinion.

We are getting ready for the house painters. Everything smaller than a breadbox must go to the basement. Soon we will be blue and yellow and green and...

It's times like these I wish I had something interesting to say. 

It's just not to be. So here I sit, sipping tea, waiting for my roast chicken to finish roasting and making mental lists of the things I must do tomorrow. 

Life on the edge, yeah, I live it.  

I'm using my voice to text thing so I have no idea if this is working. I just went outside with no pants on because I realized the door had blown open in the wind at the exact same time that Alistair did and out he ran, and then out I ran after him.

The reason I had no pants on is because I have a cold and have been sleeping the entire day and having really weird dreams about pigs and wolves and snow, all while roasting to death because the heat kept coming on, because the door was open. I should be glad I hadn't taken my shirt off too. Too. Delete delete back backspace delete.

Hahahahaha. I'm leaving that in there because it's f****** funny.

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I forgot to mention that Woody Harrelson was in my dream and he was trying to steal my pig. It was a little pig, maybe 20lbs, and I had no idea where it came from and I was trying to figure out what to do with it. Do I feed it? Where will it poop and pee? Do I call Animal Control? No, it's midnight for the entire dream. Do I put it outside? Suddenly it's snowing and then there is a wolf, and then another wolf, so I run out and rescue it. Weird, considering I was about to run out pantless into the cold and windy night to catch my cat before he took off.

Good luck to all NaNo'ers today, be it with creating poems, art, music, or prose! I cannot join you but I'd love to follow your progress and cheer you on, or be a sounding board/motivator if needed. If you've got a profile page, link 'em here or find me there as "karona".

Matt Lichtenwalner , there is a write-in going on at the City View tonight til 2am! Don't you wish we could join in? Nostalgia is killing me right now. I am still feeling that First Day excitement, even after eight years.

Happy writing/creating, everyone!

A companion piece: my Cat Zen Master, e'er night.

We're changing internet providers; the old one should cut off tonight and the new one should start tomorrow at 5-10x speed improvement. They are sending a tech but I have no idea how it will go.

Your recommendations for a sacrifice to ensure a clean hand-off?

Maine nurse refuses to be quarantined, it's a violation of her civil rights.  She *might* be incubating a deadly disease.   On this basis it's largely acceptable to a lot of people to curtail her civil rights.

I haven't heard the NRA make a statement on this and one did not turn up when I did a quick search.

Just pondering.