Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, April 3
Shows what I know…Wore the winter coat into work last night…It was cold and windy and snowy, so my winter-is-over declaration turned out to be a crock, not for the first time because it’s human nature to embrace false springs.
The Wife is doing some house sitting in town so I went by for dinner tonight, before heading to the hotel…The Wife, as noted here in the past, is a brilliant improvisational cook and tonight she sauteed some chicken with some onions and orange beets and carrots and threw in some Asian seasoning…She’s never made for us before, it was really good and I will probably never see it again…I still remember the leftover navy bean/roast potato soup she made years ago…It was Soup of the Year and we haven’t had it since…On the plus side, the tofurkey we had one holiday years ago when we were both avoiding meat hasn’t been repeated yet, either, so it works both ways.
I was grateful for the home cooked meal…The Wife’s been gone for a while and I tend to eat sandwiches over the sink or convenience store hot dogs because they’re convenient.
Afterward, we watched the animal channel because who doesn’t want to see tigers attempt to copulate???…One if its commercials was for frozen pizza topped with pepperoni which made me laff because why would the animal channel carried ads for food products topped with seasoned animal meat???…That didn’t seem quite right and I thought if the animals featured on the channel knew they might well go on strike.
The neighbors across the street are still moving in, tho the U-Haul was turned around, still parked parallel for some reason, but facing the other way…I thought about going over and showing him how to back the ass end into his driveway, but I didn’t…It’s his house.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 10am-4:30pm…6.5 hours, not as long as I was hoping for because I have a long day coming up, but I had get up to use the can and I was unable to get back to sleep.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 18th century British novel of the same name.