Sunday night.

I've been cheating, writing out my entries in plain text and posting them when I have the chance to come here. One of the coooks just hurt himself rather badly. Glad I'm not doing that dangerous work anymore.

Never made it to Foxes, we stopped at the Ranch and true to form not wanting to fit in anywhere what do I order but martinis. They were actuallly rather good, and by the time the evening was over I'd had a good three or four -- you can't nurse a martini, you have to drink it fast, but always want something close at hand to fidget with, and don't want to mix gin with anything nursable -- so Charles insisted not that I not drive, but that he'd take Saferide home, the City's program that pays for taxis for drunks on nights like last night, full moon night, all of that. Of course I go with him rather than drive. I owe him.

Riding the bus all the way out to the Ranch this morning to get my car was extremely unpleasant. Very crowded. Diseased little children coughing. The sorts of people who eat in restaurants like the one I used to work in. No, I think it's better by far to avoid having to take Saferide. Next time I'll go later.

What other excitement in my life today? The cats of course. Cleaned the refrigerator -- finally! Watered to keep cool. Then came in here to keep cool. It's gonna get much hotter.