The ice cream truck has pulled up outside house, once again playing it's maddening medley. At the moment, it is playing "Moon River" for some reason.
It'd be a lot easier not to think of it as primarily a drug front if it showed up before ten at night, or stayed outside my building for less than 90 minutes. Still, they do have a decent soft-serve, and I once got a sundae from them that was pretty yummy as well.
Imagine how good the drugs must be.
Back out to the burbs today to return
I am going to take my bicycle in for a tune-up next week, with an eye towards riding it to the lake periodically while the weather is nice. I used to do this more often, and lately I've just been feeling like getting out of my house more is a good idea. For some reason, I can spend all of winter inside and not feel particularly stir-crazy, but summer is something else entirely.
I could use some sunshine as well. I am as pale as a sea creature. Well, a very pale sea creature.
Spam mail of the day: although I did not read it, I was inordinately fond of the subject line "Humidify Bear," which showed up in the inbox of one of my email addresses today.