Utterly quiet day here at work (75% of the office is on vacation until Thursday) so it’s especially frustrating that I’m not feeling creatively inspired in the the least.

For a few days I’ve been apartmennt-sitting for

sumsinnow

, just checking in to make sure the cat doesn’t get too lonely or the mailbox get too full. I spent the night there last night and it almost felt like being at a hotel. Since I rarely get to stay at a hotel, it’s an exotic experience. I had stopped off at Jewel earlier in the week for a few things, so the pantry was adequately stocked. First I fixed myself a martini and persued the new Rolling Stone that came in the mail. I watered the plants. Later I snacked and sipped while channel surfing. I watched about half an hour of The French Connection. Car chase. The rest of the evening I just browsed through some coffee table books that looked interesting and played with the cat. I was in bed by 11.

Such a calm, mellow evening does not leave behind much of a residue (other than feeling well-rested for a time) but it was definitely pleasant.