I seem to have no time for writing, although I have loads of time to stare at my phone. I did do Zumba this weekend, and yoga, and it was awesome. It’s time to start exercising again like a person. I’m not dieting yet, but I will do some classes.

Here is what is happening around our place, as I wrote it to my friend today. Other than this, work is good, Calvin is out of town and Wyatt and I are having a ball just lying around the house.

The cat (Venus) did have an accident but she is fine and I will go into it in detail later. Maybe.

From the email (the amazing email I wrote)

We haven’t bought Maggie’s house yet. Their divorce is going on and on. Due to Spring’s effect on the mentally unwell, Maggie has been swanning about outside trying to befriend the other neighbors (FAIL) and having her alley friend (speech impediment, gay Italian guy who lives in a basement, and once told Calvin he was a very bad person) garden at night as he smokes. This guy smokes as he gardens! He plants trees far too nice for her nasty little yard while wearing an undershirt, long shorts, and dress shoes. DRESS SHOES. I cannot get over the shoes. 

But no active torture. Just very Loud Wind Chimes that blow about, and 2 giant flags, one on either side of her front stairs. Their flapping demonstrates that she loves gay people and Jews and Black people and probably all the other groups. I try not to stare at her stoop because of the floodlight camera trained on my own (flag free) front stoop so I haven’t parsed the whole range of flag meanings. But clearly she is really an ally of anyone, anywhere. Except the chumps next door. 

I did take a photo of the flags from down the block though.