I kind of want to have or go to a superbowl party this weekend. I like the ridiculous spectacle of this uniquely American holiday, and I like chips and dip. In order for this to happen I think we’d either have to be invited by our neighbors, or do something ourselves. We’ve entertained quite a bit these past few weeks so I’d kind of rather not have it at our place. I have a feeling the folks on our left side will do something. Maybe.

This weekend I also plan to attempt again to devote a few hours to uninterrupted writing. LOL.

Two of my coworkers are fetching lunch for me today: humbows from Mee Sum Pastries. Nom nom. The only other food I’ve had today was a blueberry cake donut from Sluy’s, purchased at 6:50 this morning while snow was blowing sideways through town. We ran across the street to the coffee shop for the accompanying beverage then sat in the warm car at the park and ride waiting for my bus and watching the snow blow around like dust.

Almost done with the Gay Talese book. Bit too much devotion to the Lorena Bobbitt case that he almost covered for the New Yorker, but otherwise it’s really good. I still want to read the John Adams book but it weighs four pounds and that’s just not something I want to drag around every day. So that might be a weekend thing.