Hi. Nine pm.
Apparently I am missing one hell of a baseball game on the teevee. Blue Jays versus some team in Texas. I have instead spent time this evening working on my latest Frank column and re-watching part of last night's Flash with Patricia. I showed her yesterday's column and the iconic imagery in the episode, which she would have missed had it not been for me. Me am so smart.
I keep forgetting this is Wednesday. Two more days until the weekend. Just not sure if the weekend will be me in the Valley, or the two of us in the city going to Nocturne in downtown Halifax. It is always a gas when we go, although we made a mistake last year when we spent the bulk of the evening in the North End of the city, rather than the downtown or Spring Garden Road or whatever. We won't make that mistake again. There just wasn't enough stuff on Gottingen/Agricola Streets, and side streets, to justify our wandering up and down them looking for evening-based artwork.
I guess whether we go to Nocturne depends on the weather. If it is raining, we will stay home. I don't mind it being cold; I mind it raining.
You know, I don't think I have anything more to say this evening, so I will cut this a bit short and wish you adieu.