Atomictumor

I had today off, figuring that what I’d need is a three day weekend with nothing to do, so I did, essentially, nothing.

Bos had contacted me by super secret Atomictumor communication methods and told me that he and the Missus were getting ‘cabin fever’, and they were heading to K-Town. I had a prior obligation with two cups of coffee and a messy house, so I figured I’d catch up with them later.

I popped on some Sufjan, drank of the coffee (and lo, it was good) and cleaned that bad boy up. I took a shower, shaved, and trimmed my beard, so now my original rugged sex appeal is augmented by a manly beard. I had a smile on my face the whole time.

By the time I was done, I popped outside to enjoy a celebratory cigar inch, and figured out what I was going to do with the rest of my day. After calling Bos and Eave’s house, I was informed that they, infected as they were with cabin fever, had already made way down to Knoxville. Having little better to do, I took off to find them.

They were going to Sam’s Club, as is their clubby wont, so after a nice drive in my little car that I appreciate more and more every day, I was scouting out the parking lot.

No Cemestos van.

Hmm.

So, I headed over to Best Buy, to peek at all the geeky stuff that I never get a chance to peek at. It was fun perusing stuff, but its SO MUCH more expensive in person than it is online. That, and its all sorts of fun to get home and find boxes out on the porch. They don’t even have to have anything in them.

After realizing that Best Buy is a bit of a waste of time (who knew?), I figured I’d go to Comp USA, but the intersection of N. Peters and Cedar Bluff convinced me of the wisdom of giving up that idea and heading back to Oak Ridge.

So, I did that. I was listening to Odelay, which is a fantastic album for a global warming January, and the drive was quick. I had a bit of a hunger to me, so I headed to the Time Out Deli.

Now, I know I’ve talked about the Time Out, and anybody who knows me knows of my affection for the joint, but damn, Time Out Deli rocks. It totally rocks. ESB and French Broad beers on tap, and a Chicken in a Sack that makes you want to get up and dance.

Apparently, now they’re ordering T-shirts, and have agreed to save me one. Woot. I’ll wear a Time Out Deli T-shirt.

See, I’m a t-shirt guy. I have a particular style in which I am very comfortable. I’ve never figured myself a vain person, but there’ve only been a couple of periods in my life when I could look in a mirror and like what I see. One was back in 2000, when I had my long hippy hair, and could fit into this bitchin old 70s leather jacket that BJ’s dad used to wear.

The other time is now. I’m in better shape than I’ve been in a long time, I’m eating better, and I feel better. Sure, I have an average of a cigar a day, but everybody needs a vice, right?

My hair is at a length that I like, my manly beard is, well, manly, and I have wicked awesome shoes.  And a nice car.  The ol’ ego is doing well.

But thats not what we’re talking about, is it?

Anyway, after Time Out, I swung by the park behind the library, walked around in short sleeves, and drank in the absolute beauty of the day.  That smile was still plastered on there.   It was a great thing to do.  Just a hair chilly, but another year of good ol’ global warming will take care of that.

Then I swung by the Oak Ridge Observer, where I got yet another t-shirt (royal purple, very nice), and a subscription to their paper.  I stayed and chatted with a couple of folks there.  Its good to live in a town where people that work at the paper know you.

Then I picked up Pigpen, played with Transformers, picked up G, and here we are.

Gotta love beautiful sunny Fridays in Oak Ridge!