I woke up at nine this morning. Nine! NINE. Something has gone terribly wrong, I tell you. The apocalypse is nigh.
Actually I'd just had a bad dream, a state-level politics dream that was so ludicrous and opaque and painfully dorky that the very act of sleep itself was tainted and I wanted no part of it anymore. Not if that was what it was going to be like.
Not that I did anything wonderful with all those extra waking hours. I just drank coffee and watched reruns of ER in my fugue state/underwear until it was really time to get up.
Later Eric and I went to the other pool, the new-to-us pool. It's nice, but it's just not the neighborhood pool. It's a 15-minute drive and there were too damn many adults there. When there are lots of kids I get irritated because they do cannonballs in the lap lane and poop in the shallow end, but listen, at least they don't dog-paddle ostentatiously around the deep end in Speedos a size too small or pull their chest-length beards up over their faces to better sun their nipples. God. Is having a whole world of taxpayer-funded amenities maintained solely for my use and benefit just too much to fucking ask?
Then work, which was fine, but slightly stupid. Then home, where Wain and his girlfriend were putting the finishing touches on enough bacon-wrapped pork loin, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and stuffed mushroom caps to share. Really, that saved the whole day. You need to get yourself a roommate who randomly does stuff like that; it's great. So why am I still bitching? Because it's fun, I guess.