Afterward, the lack of shadowdaddy meant I was left to my own dysfunctional entertainment devices, which were stuck on "walk the dogs" and "how about you scrape the duckweed out of your hair now while that chicken's baking." I did get to talk to Rebecca, my brother (he has come up with a strange reason for not taking one of the primary components of grandma's dining room set, which is apparently pissing off our uncle), and my mother-in-law, who will be comning out for my brother's wedding (yay, except that she's REALLY expecting Jason to fork over the dough to go to her stepson's wedding now, boo).
Work, if it starts, will not be until Friday. In the meantime, I've got zip planned for tomorrow (other than keeping cool by the lake), but Wednesday at noon it looks like I'm going to see Friday, the new movie by Claire Denis - and then write a review of it for Tablet, followed by a meeting at EMG. Maybe I can make it down to Queen Anne and see if Sorry Charlie's is still open, too.