And then he asked, “Have you ever had hippie hash?” Answer? No. “Why not?” Answer? Because it would probably last me for about three days. Seriously, how can someone live on the Planet Ann Arbor for 30-some years and not know where to get hippie hash. Yes I am rolling my eyes.

And so ends another Friday. A work day for me albeit one during which I think I spent more time answering barrages of text messages from the GG than working. At least it felt that way (more on that tomorrow, maybe). But wait a minute! One of those text messages said something about flinging. What? I am always glad to hear that somebody besides me is flinging stuff at the Landfill. ‘lectronics anyone? Yes. Let’s get rid of some of those old tellyfones and dead ‘puters and printers and things. I was hoping for a run over to the dump this weekend but I guess it is not to be. I love riding shotgun on a good dump run — sitting in the passenger seat of the Frog Hopper doing the crossword puzzle on my phone with the old Courtois trailer rattly-bumping along behind. Good times. Well. As long as we don’t end up on the Spectacle Lake overlook. But that was a whole ‘nother dump run in a whole ‘nother place and time.

This Friday ended like so many other Fridays, with yer fav-o-rite blahgger red-queening down to the Oscar Tango to meet up with the GG for a couple of cocktails and dinner. And walking home through a beautiful warm rain with no lightning (thank you very much). A shower and a wee glass of whine and I am nodding off. This is a Work Weekend and I need to get up and at ’em tomorrow. Daylight in the Swamp!

G’night. -KW

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