I took a nap this afternoon.
When I awoke a large chunk of time later, I had an odd phrase in my brain. Maybe the remnant of some surrealist dream.
The phrase was... "I feel slow like sieved pureed soup."
Weirdness.
What the Hell does that mean?
***
Bruce had called, so we went to dinner at Jalepenos. A good little peruvian place down the street. Then we went to the fabulous Central Market. The place had been trampled. Virginia the High Priestess of cheese was only too thankful to see a famiar face. She said until an hour earlier the place had been unbearably busy. I believe her. Shelves were spotty everywhere! Something I have never seen there.
I splurged on cashew butter.
Bought sinfully sweet honeydew and cantaloups.
Brewed my first cup of Ethiopian Yergashariff in a week.
MMMMMM...
***
Still listening to Pet Shop Boys "release"
***
Brushed Mia for like an hour, I think possible she decided to loose her entire winter coat in one day.
Yuck.
WE ALL FALL DOWN
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