Reviews, Recipes, and Random Slices of Life

So far, today has been a mostly good day.

I didn't have to go in to the day job (always a good start), so I slept in a bit and got a fair chunk of writing done. Critically, I started actually writing "Tree of Life"--always the hardest part of a new story. Also, usually the worst writing. In this case, that bodes well for the rest of the story, because I think I might win for awesomest opening line ever.

I called the insurance people again, and they said, no, you won't actually owe tens of thousands of dollars, your information and that document must have just crossed in the mail.

Physical therapy today involved lots of electrodes and biofeedback. It works surprisingly well, but I could learn to hate blinky lights that beep at me.

Walking home, I had a chat with the sign-painter decorating the windows of the corner store nearby. It has sat vacant for a few months now, ever since the candy shop-that-wasn't opened and closed its doors in the space of three days. Soon it will be home to one of those catch-all urban corner "stuff" stores--cell phones, urban fashions for ladies and men, copies, and faxing. I complimented his work, and he told me that he was also a tattoo artist and showed me some of his sketches. Then he asked me a "confidential" question about whether I indulged in what sounded like epinephrine but was actually some sort of tea (ideas, malcubed?). He said it was better for you than cigarettes, but I told him I didn't indulge in those either. Besides, he had few teeth, so I'll reserve judgment. I said no, and went on my way with a "God bless you, baby," farewell. Soon it will be summer, and I'll be walking more, and will have more random encounters.

And now I'll be researching a CSA, the idea of having a share in which makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.