Ah, Saturday morning and college football all day once again, after an interesting and peaceful Friday the 13th around here–and by that I mean the Lost Apartment because the rest of the world , or at least the country, went insane yesterday. I mean, it was Friday the 13th and the end of Mercury in retrograde, so is anyone surprised a river tour cruise ship was hit by a massive container ship at the Port of New Orleans yesterday, and sink completely in less than an hour (how fucking deep IS the river along the shoreline of the port, FFS?). THe good news is there was no injuries or casualties, despite many people falling into the river–which is always dangerous, with the currents and depth and everything else (no one goes swimming in the river, and not just because its polluted and dirty). Meanwhile, there was a nation-wide ground stop thanks to DOGE and our former Real World star Secretary of Transportation; I hope no one forgets that POS when the tribunals roll around….which was completely unrelated to the Microsoft 365/Outlook email problem….which is why I’ve never used Outlook for my email. We have to use it at work, but otherwise, I never would.
There are some interesting games today in college football, but my primary interest is only the LSU-Texas game. LSU is pretty much done for the season with three losses, but can play spoiler for both Texas and Tennessee, which could be fun; LSU has wrecked other teams’ seasons plenty of times before, and that’s about the best we can hope for this year.
Overall, yesterday was a good day. I picked up the mail, made groceries, and picked up some books I’d ordered, came home, did my work-at-home duties, and even did some writing–not much, but like I said the other day, any writing progress is good progress. I did also the laundry and some other chores, and some organizing. I figured out how to write the essay I’ve been working on to no avail for my newsletter. I also got caught up with The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City and The Traitors New Blood, and we started watching the Swipe Right for the Devil documentary–the crimes were in Nebraska, and I had been thinking about Kansas this past week (probably partly because they elected a Democratic senator) because I was thinking about In Cold Blood this week.I did start reading She Kills, beginning with the “The Last Ride of Cowboy Bob,” a delightful story about a middle aged woman who cross-dressed to rob banks–without a gun or threats. As I read it, I couldn’t help but think this is such a Texas story and again lamented that Texas doesn’t have a Carl Hiassen to write about how wacky it is there, but I suppose Larry McMurtry kind of filled that role sometimes. I need to read more of McMurtry; it’s been a hot minute and one of my friends adores his work–and Lonesome Dove is my father’s favorite book.
Remember I was feeling a bit trepidatious about seeing my new doctor for the first time? Constant Reader, she’s a Black woman! The weight that lifted off my shoulders when she opened the door and walked into the exam room–you have no idea, Constant Reader. I know she had to work twice as hard as everyone else in her class at medical school, and she was friendly, warm, and charmingly likable. I knew my new doctor was going to be a woman–and I was worried she’d be one of those white women (#notallwhitewomen) and I was going to have to find a new doctor. Seriously, the only thing better than a gay doctor is a Black woman.
The books I picked up were based on recommendations from friends: Dead Letters from Paradise by Ann McMan (Catriona McPherson) and Profiles in Cowardice by Jacob Weisberg (Laura Lippman), as well as the new Donna Andrews, Jay to the World. I am ashamed to admit that I am behind on the Meg series and need to get caught up.
And on that note, I am going to get another cup of coffee and move to the living room, where I can put on SEC Today (fuck Gameday and Pat MacAfee forever) while I do some chores, read, and write for a little bit. I ordered some things to be delivered this afternoon, too. Have a lovely if chilly day, Constant Reader, and I shall return on the morrow. Thanks for stopping by and hope you will tomorrow morning, too!
