neyronrose (neyronrose) wrote,

Monday so far

Mom wants me to go with her to [university library].  She's working 2 p.m. to 10 p.m., and likes for me to drive her home at night.  I usually end up sitting and reading between the drives.  The temperature in her office varies from 60 to 90 F on any given day.  Supposedly they fixed the HVAC system in their latest renovation, but apparently not so you'd notice.  I wonder what it will be today.

I'm pretty caught up on things generally, as far as I know.  I used the laptop a lot in Florida, but still missed some.  It was good to get to the beach and Butterfly World, though.  I figured that while it was nice out I should get outside, and I'm trying hard to continue with that now that I'm back in Pennsylvania.

A couple of hours later: I went with Mom.  I was going to drive there, but Mom wanted to drive so I'd drive home.  I started out the drive there, and then we switched between a quarter and a third of the way.  I had a bit less than half a tank of gas, and will probably have about a quarter or so when we get back.

I read Charlie Cochrane's Dreams of a Hero.  I'd been wanting to get to that.  S. called around 3:30 p.m., and we talked for half an hour or so.  He said the city wasn't that wild on St. Patrick's Day, only around the Irish places.  There are a fair number of "Irish pubs" in southeastern Pennsylvania.  I can't speak to the authenticity, but they seem to be pretty popular.

S. has a lot going on with schoolwork and learning what internships he'll be doing next year.  We spoke on a variety of topics.  I told him J. had a new job.  I said I was looking for someone to do weeding, and he said he'd do it.  He'd just have to take a lot of allergy pills first.  I know what are weeds and what aren't.  A good rule of thumb for my plants is that if they're pleasantly scented, they're probably not weeds.  The spearmint and lemon balm are naturalized in places around the back yard, but I don't count them as weeds.

I had leftover chicken tenders and salad for a late lunch.  For dinner, I'll probably pick up something called a "bobbie" from Capriotti's.  Capriotti's is a local sandwich chain.  A bobbie is turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce in a long roll, a cross between Thanksgiving dinner and a submarine sandwich, only here subs are called hoagies.  I know that sometimes I have international readers, so I figured it called for an explanation of terms.

I'm sure I'll update later.  I'll probably get more reading in.

Later: I found that four_tens had done a couple more in-depth reviews of early Glee episodes, so that was much of my reading in the evening.

Later still: We got home around 11 p.m.  I was watching for deer the whole way home, as was Mom.  Sometimes around here you'll see a huge bloodstain across one lane of the road, and figure it was a deer.  It rains often enough that the bloodstains don't stay for weeks, but it still makes an impression if you just see it for a couple of days on the road.  Anyway, we didn't see any deer, but it was a tense trip because of that.

I didn't stay up too terribly long after we got home.
Tags: family, friends, m/m, reading, travel

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