Loafy Sunday

Well, I did not make it out to patrol yesterday. I just could not peel myself off the couch in order to put on all that gear and go out and fight crime. Yesterday was my 1 day off just to have to myself in sooooo long, and I needed it! Plus, I had to dust and sweep [Health note: I'm very big on dusting and sweeping ever since last year when I was diagnosed with almost-anaphylactic allergies to dust], wash and dye my hair after my Saturday-evening haircut, tidy up downstairs, clean the kitchen, finish reading The Rice Room, etc. etc. Not to mention... it was an all-day marathon of Monk, which I cannot resist! They even showed my favorite one, the one with Willie Nelson, which always makes me tear up at the end when they play "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" over Monk's wife's grave. Sniffle!

After being cooped up all day--by choice but still!--I met S when he got off work for a nice dinner out. We haven't gone out to dinner, just the 2 of us, since New Year's so to me it was a special occasion. Good end to a long loafy day.

And Saturday night at Brave Combo was joyous! M. met me there and we ran back and forth between the Continental and the Big Top, where as always, I saw lots of musician friends. At the Continental I also ran into one of my fave medical stude's, whom I know from when he was a boy and would come every day to the public library I worked at. My mom and stepdad stayed all night for the show, and so did M., but I skipped out at the break around midnight, since I'd had 2 hot toddy's before at home and didn't want to risk getting sick and worn down.

So I finished The Rice Room and am continuing on with more O.J. Simpson trial books. I didn't care much for Rice Room. You'd just think that Ben Fong-Torres, the legendary Rolling Stone reporter, would write a thrilling, fascinating memoir, but it just didn't do it for me. His prose wasn't gripping or descriptive enough. It was "memoir lite." And nowhere near the level of can't-put-it-down-reading-it-in-snatches-at-stop-lights like Amy Tan's writings--but then that's a high standard for anyone to try to achieve.