Monday, April 25, 2022
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One of my flatmates is getting on my nerves, which is to be expected in any shared situation.
There's been a rat sighting in the kitchen, and I say trap it, or make it pay its share of the rent.
Mostly via the buses, I'm getting reacquainted with Seattle. There are more bums than I'd remembered, and now there's one more (me).
Ivar's and Dick's are still good.
Got a library card, which makes me a citizen, I think.
This week I'm hoping to start the process of getting a Washington driver's license and plates, and a bank account.
And eventually, a job.
And that's the news.
I was curious to see whether anyone might join me for breakfast at Little Pat's yesterday, but alas, I ate my eggs alone, reading a newspaper. If that sounds sad, trust me, it ain't. I'm good at aloning, and there's nothing sad about a hot and tasty omelet with hashed browns and toast, mmm.
You are, however, again and always invited to join me next Saturday morning, or any Saturday morning, at 8:35. See the sidebar for all the thrilling details.
Yes, it's been pointed out that the sidebar isn't visible on some devices. Bummer, man, but now everything from the sidebar has been duplicated on a page of its own for your boring pleasure.
