On Thu, 02 Feb 2006 00:25:48 GMT, "Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan"
> wrote:

>modom > looking for trouble wrote in
:
>
>> Probably, anyway. I'm not cooking tonight. Neither is D.
>>
>> Work, you know.
>
>Doing take out, delivery or treating D to a night on the town?
>
I had to drive to Dallas (didn't take my razor or my gun, though) to
take notes for a writing project. I got a glass of pinot noir and a
salad at Cafe Express. Did some corporate beast buy them out? Boy
they ain't what they used to be in my opinion. Maybe I've raised my
standards and didn't notice it.

D's working late. I haven't seen her since 9 this morning. Like
James McMurtry sings: "Post it notes, opposite shifts. Once in a blue
moon we wake up in the same room, thankful for these thy many gifts."
Well it's not gotten that bad, actually. But still...

I spoke to her on the cell phone while I was en route to the city, and
after being assured that I'd fed the pooches, she said something about
a wrap for dinner.

Jeeze where did all this work come from?

modom