the standard for monday in august is to eventually get a little bit done.

still waiting for the scoot, 3 wks later. I call them from time to time.

I don’t have a taste for things right now. even tho I’m having conversations with women on the internet. starting three days ago. friday. friday, a community organizer knocked on my door, in the evening. she was canvassing the neighborhood to find out what people’s issues were. we chatted a little then she asked to come in. we sat and chatted some more. I think she was taken aback by how much I had to say about property taxes. anyhau, it reminded me that I like to sit and talk with an interesting lass, sometimes. so in the later evening times, I sent some messages and some conversations began on the internet. that’s my story of the weekend. my legs aren’t very sore. emotionally I’m a little flat and strange. I should probably walk around and listen to emotional pop music. it’s been ok getting re-acquainted with my bike, tho. my summer utilities are not bad. need to get a third roofer out here to look and opine. not very much about me has changed since I was born. occasional bouts of unambitiousness. plus the occasional flipside. I should probably tidy up. that almost always works inflect syntax ibid.