- A close friend in ICU, recovering too slowly.
- Rewriting the same 10K-word chapter 8 days in a row.
- A robber chased by an angry crowd crashes through the fence 16 feet above my backyard. He’s trapped in my courtyard, so we flee. Which means a whole police crew came to clear my house of a possible invader … just like on TV!
Oh, let’s relax with a peek at my text and phone message feed for the week.
Annie: I mixed vodka with cucumber soda, hoping my body would think it was a salad. What a mistake.
Steve: You should have used brown liquid. Vodka is for cleaning eyeglasses.
Bruce: He’s lunch meat right now.
Annie: He says dilaudid sux. Would gladly trade his oxy for a hamburger.
SPD: Do you want to press charges for the damage to your fence?
Annie: No. Don’t actually know if it’s our fence.
[Being slow-witted this week, I thought she meant motherboard memory, instead of Chicago Manual of Style. But even funnier, here’s Fake CMOS on Twitter.]
Ajax: Chapter [you edited] fixed! Action! No more sadsack! Emotions changed to growth! Ramp up the tension!
Annie: What brand of garden hose did you get that doesn’t drip from the wall when the water’s turned on?
Greg: I’m at the noodle place between 12th and 13th on Pine. Where are you guys?
Annie: [cricket sounds]
Annie: So excited you are graduating. Can’t wait to see you.
Laurie … From there you enter through the bar. Dining at front is a bit more pleasant. See you in a minute.
Annie: I may be late coz they closed 520 bridge WHILE I AM ON IT!
Annie: The Girl Scout uniform store in Redmond is now a hippie incense and coffee shop. Need me to pick up any hippie badges for you?
EmilyP: I’m good – I got to archive notes from Howard Zinn this week. And here’s from our Rare Book collection.
[For years, Annie answers every “what’s a good book to read next?” with the same title.]