A bad day in the ballpark...

[madbaker]

Is still better than a good day at work. I took yesterday off to go watch the Giants get shellacked with a friend. That wasn't great, but it was a beautiful day, the beer and garlic fries were tasty, and I got to catch up with aforementioned friend, who lives far enough away that I don't see her much.

Turns out she lurks here (Hi!) and so she was fairly familiar with what's been going on in my life. That feels a bit odd, but that is one of the reasons I write in this thing, and if I really cared about random people reading it I'd lock down more entries.

The only downside to yesterday? Galen likes garlic. I ate garlic fries. He spent much of the night washing my face.

What I'm reading: Eric Flint, 1634: The Galileo Affair

Comments

[scendan.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Hope your face isn't too raw after all that cleaning!

[madbaker.livejournal.com]

He hasn't washed to "raw" state, although I don't let him get that far so I don't know if he would. However, it's impossible to sleep with him washing my face even just at the "tender" state.

If he didn't purr so hard while doing it, he'd get punted. As it is, he's starting to learn that "hand in front of face" means enough. Sometimes he switches to my head and hair, though, which is also weird and vaguely painful.