Weekend Update

It's nearly 3 p.m. on the Saturday of a long weekend and I am sitting at the computer in my underwear and socks, hair plastered to the side of my head, typing this missive.

The socks are what we used to refer to as "queer socks" in my youth. Maybe you know them as tennis socks. They are white and short - so short as to be nearly invisible when worn with shoes - and unlike tube socks, they don't have to be constantly pulled up.

M is at class right now and, far from killing time, I am regaling in solitude.

That and Captain & Cokes.