Friday Morning

Awaking to an absolutely beautiful Friday morning. Sunny bright and crispy cool. With the house to myself, and the cats. A good sleep this time, too. It would have been perfect if I also had a good dream to pin down in my diary. I suppose it might be better to be young and with a young lovely lass beside me and a day of light play before us, but that is not what my life is about.

Diet

When we got groceries, Pop bought a number of little small steaks, that I guess looked too good to pass up. I got one of them, and today I prepared it with that fried rice, from H.E.B., no ketchup or bread, a sort of beef fried rice. The combo worked. That was pretty good. Though, it is not every day that one has an extra steak to play with. I don't think it would work with ground beef.

Chores

Took care of the kitty litter box. Finally. Maybe I should start doing it in the afternoons. My morning feels crowded with breakfast and the New York Times, and I hate losing that much time from my morning reading session, which is my best time, my most alert & up time - hate to waste it on chores. However, it occurs to me that the afternoon is not an option in the summertime and its assaultive heat. Even so, we still have our cooler months in front of us, and I can take advantage of that.

Murray Christmas

I'm watching bits and pieces of "A Very Murray Christmas". Bill Murray. A Netflix special. A very old Bill Murray. Miley Cyrus is the real draw, for me, the reason why I am slowly working my way through the show. I am surprised that he can carry a tune, a little ways. I wonder how much Miley got paid. Hell, how much did Bill get paid? Could it really be millions? We are well past the days of "Scrooged". Not to mention "Ghost Busters".

More personally, I have felt kind of surprised that Christmas is still coming. It felt to me like the holidays should have been over with Thanksgiving, instead of being just the beginning of the holiday season. I guess I no longer have the passion to hate the holidays. I am down to utter indifference. I scarcely notice them now. I yawn and scratch my balls.