What about the weekend? Who stole my damn two day weekend?

O.J., you sonuffabitch! Give it back!

I just had a cup of my favorite decaf chai – beats anything at Starbucks, kids – which is suddenly clearing my head. Last thing I remember, I got up on Saturday morning, took a walk, took my bike to the shop for a new front tube, and WHAM! Weekend over.

I think I must be suffering some sort of neurochemical brain farts. Guess I’ve got CRS*. Runs in the family, along with DKJ.**

Looking around the condo, I see the kitchen is cleaner than it was on Friday, the living room is dust free and vacuumed, and there are clean skivvies in the dresser. So I guess I was here at some point. Got that going for me. And I am gradually remembering a couple of nice little walks with Happy. Thanks Buddy!

What I don’t see, here in my trusty computer, is much new work on the novel. Arrgh.

But seriously, sometimes the weekend goes by like a cowboy crackin a whip. No Village People implication intended.

It’s supposed to be a beautiful week here in the greater SB area, and the Santa Barbara Book and Author Festival is coming up very soon. Anybody going to that? I’m thinking I might slither in for part of it.

*Can’t Remember Shit
** Don’t Know Jack