A guy once said to me, "Chekhovian, right. I mean, everyone says that. But what exactly does that mean?" All I know is, it's Monday, and before the afternoon was out I'd spend time with the body shop, the plumbers and the dentist's office. No explanation necessary.
Driving a bright red Yaris for a few days. Teeth are looking swell. Toilet flushes without bubbling over. Not the most impressive list of accomplishments but not a sharp stick in the eye either. Gonna decorate the tree tonight, hope for the sleep that didn't come last night, and regroup for tomorrow.
Windy again. Cold too. Think I'll build a fire and settle in.