Little bummers

Stupid bummers trying to wreck a beautiful day.

A couple days last week we didn't get mail, which in Chicago, is not hugely unusual. However, today it all arrived, in two heavy buckets. Without exaggeration, it took me 3 hours to get through it! And it didn't help that my electric letter opener died last week. And then I have Grunting Accounting Guy breathing down my neck for his pile. Which of course is the biggest and the one I do last for a reason. Get off my butt.

Also uncool. When people call you and instantly put you on hold.

Add to this mix the fact that two plays I desperately want to see have tickets, but even the cheap seats are at least $25. Ugh. I find it mildly ironic that part of the expectation of good theatre people is to see good theatre. But when that good theatre is going to wreck my budget, I will have to resort to a good book or whatever miniseries is on TV. And the occasional student ticket at Landmark.

But it's gorgeous, and I will be playing outside today, if just because it will be rainy for the rest of the week.

on Pandora: "Roads Become Rivers" - Rothko (not the bullshit painter)