FACING THE WEEKEND LIKE A MAN... OR NOT

My roommate needs to work tomorrow. So I think I will get up late, fix myself some tea and buttered toast, and twiddle my long toes in front of the telly.
Perhaps watch some enraged sputtering by the Foxcasters, or some happy riot footage from somewhere.

I might even take a bath. Miracles happen.

Around early afternoon I shall probably head over to the office to spend several hours on the internet. The office is a nice peaceful place on weekends, with only the customer service department or someone in graphics puttering about. It is, in fact, the closest one can come to a forest glade in downtown San Francisco.
Calm, quiet.
Here and there a bit of dirt or a scurrying small creature.

I may actually shatter the calm and quiet by playing something at full blast.

Purcell’s Trumpet Voluntary?

Perhaps a bit of rock and or roll.


I think mr. Badger would like that, yes.



Note: sketch above made while on phone - more or less a self-portrait.

==========================================================================
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
==========================================================================