My brother-in-law is off to England to study Chaucer and my sister is off shopping with my mom, so I’m stuck at home with my sister’s weird dog. I know the dog is cute and all, but she’s weird. Which is good because she fits in with the rest of the family. They didn’t want to leave her alone because, I guess, basenjis come with pre-existing abandonment issues. So now I’m stuck reading a book which is what I’d be doing anyway.

In any case, I’m sitting here hungry because I didn’t eat enough dinner last night. I had some nachos and a Cosmopolitan in a gay wine bar in SE Portland. My friend Sylvia’s idea and she got several old co-workers from a defunct startup together. She went off to a club for some dancing and the other co-worker who showed up and I both decided we were old men and left for home.

I can tell you that going to Crush, eating a fraction of a nacho plate, and drinking a fruity cocktail isn’t quite what you need after working out. So much for that theory. I almost fell asleep, but read half of a Lee Child book instead.

I’m going to have to do something about this reading affliction. It’s costing me time and money.