Well, well. It's not over yet. I'm writing now before i peruse the other GLOWS; that way i won't get discouraged about my own lack of cleverness!
So-----i got up and watched my Barnabas. He's stuck [kind of] in 1840 and Julia's the big time-tripper. Hane sat around doing puzzles and sucking up the O2. Then i added some chicken to Saturday's salad, and some chicken Fat to my leftover grits. And yes i ate a doughnut with my moka-coffee. Shaved my face and got ready to go to work. The green ghost, tap tap VROOM, took me to the mid-point convenience store...Where this big black dude was counting out a passel of ones for Raj [the Indian proprietor--not a stereotype at all]. Long story short: the large and tall customer was none other than Daryl Dawkins, late of the pro basketball and currently a coach of a smaller local semi-pro team. I know----i know, i shoulda got an autograph like all my star-struck relatives. But there's a good chance I'll run into him again...
Meanwhile, I'm a bit of a minor celebrity myself for taking all that yard-waste on Saturday. Public works had to tamp down my bins before the transport to the County facility; Jim [one of my bosses] was impressed. And then, today, we filled them all yet again. Only this time i got a small chance to eat my LUNCH! The salad anyway... [now i'm listening to my own music] ONE would think there'd been a tropical storm or something!
Enough about me! Off to put out the Garbage and read the Pent=excellent Glows, then Comedy Central movie[High Fidelity] ... comment if YOU dare, for i am the overly ambitious crud=collecting slackman