Everybody's Got Something

I had a better day yesterday.  I was able to take a walk.  The painters are very close to finishing up.  After my long limp, I soaked in the tub and decided to go for sushi before going home to feed my mother.  T called.  The gymroids and others were meeting at a bar I don't like for Happy Hour.  He said he would pick me up.  

"Oh no," I said.  "I'm not up for that.  I still need quiet and gentle.  I'm going to go get sushi at five, then I have to get home to feed my mother."

"I'll meet you for sushi," he said.  

Man. . . I love sushi.  Tuna kobachi, miso, steamed edamame, and lots of hot sake.  I have to admit my taste for sake is for the cheap stuff that they serve hot.  I've had expensive sake, unfiltered and filtered, cold, and I prefer the cheap stuff.  I guess it is like preferring chicken chow mein at a cheap Chinese restaurant with a bowl of the crunchy noodles you put on top.  That is where my parents would take me on vacation.  If you know, you know.  Green tea was exotic.  

I like the cheap hot sake.  

After dinner, though, the night went to shit. I won't report on it. No need. 

"Ain't nobody got time for that!"

But, as a result, I didn't get up until eight.  My mother's house cleaner comes in a bit, so I need to hustle and get things ready.  

The sky is overcast, but it will not rain.  I cannot complain.  My conservative friend in North Carolina wrote, "You have hurricanes.  We have ice storms.  We are waiting with hot cups of coffee."

Everybody's got something.  So it seems.