I intended to go over to "A Foam and Fabric Place" today, since snotblossom had pointed them out as the source of the bedding foam she and Varr use. I figured I'd windowshop there, and at the Book Stop, but I didn't actually get over to Fourth Avenue today.

I was going to. Instead, I chatted a little bit with lysander_cat when he got up, and then we decided to go have breakfast at the Good Egg. I took The Poetics of Space with me, though I confess to some trepidation about its suitability as a breakfast book, as it's rather text-dense. I could not, however, find Sharpe's Company on the shelf with the other Sharpe's books, and rather than launch a protracted search, I just decided to take what I'd been reading the night before.

It turned out alright. Sometimes, when lysander_cat and I go to breakfast, we have discussions. Sometimes, we hardly say two words to each other, for the reading of books. This was one of the discussion mornings. We talked about prostitution, whether it was the strains of the profession itself, or the societal pressures that tended to make prostitutes somewhat psychologically damaged; we talked about working for a wage in any field; we talked about City politics a little bit.

Came back to the house, sat down, played a little WoW. Chatted a little bit with childofsnow about her duct-tape tailor's dummy.

After a while, got up and went over to rainherder's house, and watched As You Like It with rainherder and her mother. It was a 1977 production which starred Helen Mirren, and it wasn't bad. Some of the costumes were rather nice. We did have a bit of a laugh with the ongoing use of the word "desert" when they were in a forrest, but that was just us being silly.

Came home, emptied the dishwasher, put some dishes in the dishwasher, washed the grill that Mrs. lysander_cat likes to use, and other such mundane, domestic tasks.

Sat down, played WoW again, got my main character to level 66.

It's life, Jim. Exactly as we know it.