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So, ja. Guess I'm back, now, from my Week O' Grieving over Commander Armstrong. I know it bored the tits offa ya'll, but it was sommat that I had to do, I guess. To my credit, I actually refrained from calling work and insisting that they fly the flag at half-mast. Barely. I won't even mention the boffo Youtubery tribute I'm creating, to, Franz Schubert, by Kraftwerk, either..Had a nice moment with the moon, last night, and said my farewell. Pete was very kind und took a nice picture of it, for me.

Spent the day with mein Jessica, who - after taking me to this new organic store (really good, hence the coconut milk post..although they wanted $12.95 for Black Cohosh, RIGHT) - dragged my sorry ass over hill und dale at the local park, where we did the, 'Find Out How Pathetic You Really Are Fitness Trail'. In 95F weather. Whoot. The old lady survived while her young, fancy-free self didn't even pop a sweat. I'd worn my Step-Ups - as this was spur of the moment - and that really, really didn't help matters, especially on the hills, heh. Oh, for the days of yore. :) Still fun, though.

There is Frisbee Golf, there, too - HALLELUJAH. Someone to play Frisbee with! Who knew?

Not too much else is new around here - still taking the Kraftwerk in small, well-chewed bites, and loving it; still surrounded by cats..Und this is the weekend that I am screwed out of my three-day weekend because of the holiday..They put me on some weird 'one on, one off, one on'-BS schedule, but everyone else was so crazed with their bitching, that I really didn't want to add to the noise, so..ja.