Past midnight. Technically, of course, it is Sunday.
I got my fitbit in the mail this week. I haven't hooked it up yet. But that didn't stop me from going for a long walk around 10:30 this morning, to check out yardsales. I went up Eisener to Brentwood. Around Yoon Court to Johnson and Dorothy Crescent, or Street, or Drive, or whatever it is. I bought a few books. I bought a cowboy hat for Patricia to wear in the garden. I bought a good pair of Sony headphones for dollar. I bought a drink cooler for a dollar. And, on the way back to the house, I bought a dozen eggs, which will come in handy when we do a Sunday afternoon fish fry.
Patricia had stepped out with a girlfriend this morning. Some stupid ponzi scheme whereby they "lend" you money to purchase American real estate. You pay them back, of course. It is impossible to lose money. Impossible. She and the gf walked out, got something to eat at the farmer's market, and had a decent day.
We watched a couple episodes of "12 Monkeys" today. My goodness, that show likes to jump around timelines, doesn't it? And, of course, they make little effort to keep the viewer appraised as to which year the characters are in. We saw 4 episodes today. Not sure if we will watch any more.
I have been down here in my home office for the last 90 minutes, rearranging some books. I have put some older mystery novels and short story collections on one shelf. These are vintage paperbacks that might be worth some money to someone somewhere, but nobody around here. Or where you are, either. I guarantee it.
I think I will turn in. Newbie is giving me that look. That come hither human look. You know what I mean.
See you tomorrow.