A Sunday That Felt Like A Saturday ...

Today was fine. Bug and I transposed our usual Saturday bagel time to today. E had work in the morning, and then we went for a ride to see the cherry blossoms in Newark. We had a meal at the old River View hot dog place, around the corner from our first apartment. Haven't been there in years. Though I have zero use for nostalgia, it's hard not to think about 1997, nevermind September 18, 2004, when I'm there. Nothing around it has changed, while everything about me has. Strange life.

Sorry for the utter lack of extra-dimensional noodling tonight, gang. Some days are just kinda surface. Even for me. Good night.