So. I shared some day of the week wisdom with our newly retired friend @tattoojay: It doesn't matter what day it is, so long as you don't forget garbage day. Fortunately I generate so little garbage that a week delay on getting it out doesn't matter. Cept for the smell that a warm climate can foster.

Dups. I had a step daughter that called 'em dups. We didn't have any at the house but would go down to the river and feed them once in a while. Buy a loaf of way past day old bread at the bakery and we could have a great afternoon. Generally at the back steps of the Opera House in Spokane, WA. They had a grand staircase that went right down to the river. It was a terrific place to watch the world go by.

I have a good friend from Australia (@russelstockley) that is a slightly reformed Ducati rider. Anyway, he and his partner and her daughter got three chickens for their backyard. The women made very clever names and Russell called his 'RD' (think Aussie accent). Roast Dinner. Says he was just damn tasty.

I haven't played a hand of poker in at least two years. It's kinda like riding a bike, right? Though the last time I was on a bicycle I had a heck of a time getting started. The silence of no motor distracted me, I think. If there hadn't been a pretty girl involved I'd have given up for sure.

You ever notice that the age of girl is rising? For me, it's anybody under about 65. Just sayin'

So. I'm thinking that whatever day this might be it is otherwise vacuum and general floor cleaning day. Sam sheds something fierce (his only real known defect) and I have little bits of insulation and ceiling tile everyplace from a brutal rain and even more brutal roof leaks. I wanted to wait to ultimately clean the floor until that crap had dried out. It's way easier to pick up that way.

Bread will be ready in about hour and a half. I better get going if I want to eat right out of the pan. And I do.