Domestic Tranquility

A very good day. I rose relatively early and started writing straightaway. After the CD I was listening to played through once, I took a break and made a little breakfast (nothing to compare to yesterday's E.B., of course). Then I wrote some more, until I finished. Net result: 3,000 words written, and a new story titled "Jen at the Crossroads" is complete. Took me about an hour and a half this morning, and that includes a brief foray into online research about a certain bit of necessary esoterica...

Me and Scott wandered downtown after that. I bought Anno Dracula (I've actually only read the novella, "Red Reign," which eventually grew into A.D.) and Straub's Houses Without Doors. We ate cookies, and watched some pre-teens play jazz on the street, and pondered whether women in Santa Cruz are born with tattoos in the smalls of their backs...

We drank stuff at Pergolesi, and talked about technology and publishing... eventually met up with Lynne, and scooted around a bit. Saw a denizen of the First House on Maple Street (that is, Lynne's house). He's got a technocracy job, and probably makes three times as much as I do. He bought a yellow hatchback for $300 dollars. Now he's spray-painting it blue. I was thinking "Wow, this guy's really weird," when it occurred to me that I'm part of a twentysomething scooter-gang, and thus perhaps not in a position of normality-authority...

D. arrived. He's crashing here tonight, so he can fill out some paperwork for his new job tomorrow. We dined-- Scott & Lynne made this fabulous meal of rice and marinated grilled chicken and bread and veggies. We ate, then went and got more cookies. Then we all crowded together on the couch and worked on the New York Times Sunday Crossword. We nearly finished it, too-- just a couple of dubious answers that we aren't quite sure about.

So it was a productive day, and a social day, and a comfortable familial stay-at-home-day... really, an altogether lovely Sunday.