Day XIV

Back in the game.

A confused cross of travel, dislike, self-brain washing, the closing of
tower records and odd personal relationship developments have kept me
away from THE task at hand, namely rodentcide.

Tower's closing is not insignificant. In the last week I've bought
something on the order of about 350 CD's -- with maybe 50 or so as
gifts, and the other 300 playing Tetris with the rest of my goods.

I'm on a mad sprint to get everything clean-and-done so I can drive back
to CO for Xmas on the 20th ... stopping at my brother's place along the
way. If I were a betting man (and I am), I'd say that I won't make it.

And I sorta have to, or have to get pretty damn close, because after
that I'll be gone for essentially 6 weeks, with a very short break back
here ... it'll be CO followed almost immediately by the UK. The
potential for rats to run unhindered and slovenly staggers the
imagination.

Worse, the first person to return to the homestead will likely be the
Birdhead. God save his soul.

I have a raging headache and my teeth are acting suspiciously like
they're going to explode (mostly because I'm probably gnawing the
bejesus out of them), but I've gotta do what I've gotta do, right?

Ratometer:

# of rats seen, heard, or traced since last posting: 0

# of Bear Family Records box sets bought in the Tower Frenzy: 3

# of rap CD's bought for US$1.50: 40

# of those that are presents: 37

# that are in Spanish: 3

Music of the moment on 3 CD Shuffle:

"Red Hot + Latin: Silencio = Muerte" Collection
"Del-Fi Girl Groups: Gee Baby Gee" Collection
"DJ Spooky: In Fine Style" Disc 1

I wish I could say it's good to be back. It's not.

Only love from the zillions of women I know, and specifically
Suttonhoo's toffee, gives me faith, hope and keeps me going. Reason
enough to continue to go.