Free coffee on a sucky Sunday

This is the second month of having Google Fi.  My monthly cell phone service bill used to be $50/month under T-Mobile, and under Google Fi, it went from $30 to $25.50.  Excellent.  Since the real cellular providers are either Sprint or T-Mobile, I effectively cut my monthly bill in half.  Most excellent.  It did require my getting a Nexus 5X because the Google Fi service only works with the 5X or 6.

It's rare that I see a reoccurring cost go down a little.  What can I get with $4.50?  The only thing that comes to mind is a coffee and a muffin.

Cuttle

While I was out walking the dog, I realized that it was Good Friday.  Cold and dreary, yes, and the classical music station was playing Handel's Sarabande arrangement for orchestra.  That has to be the best piece for this cold and dreary day, and quite appropriate for the religious set.  Naturally, all this dreary stuff leads to....the cuttlefish!

Curiously, I wonder how they'd fare in outer space.

Tout peut s’oublier

One of the things I like about Netflix is the joy of binge watching.  It makes everything au courant.  The choice in 2016 is Person of Interest.   Season One is great.  I've always had a weakness for bad-ass former operatives who get things done and live to star in another episode.  Harold Finch is also good if you need a bad-ass billionaire who doesn't mind walking among the 99%-ers.

And the music is good too.

The Docket

I wish I know people who also live in this apartment complex.  Sure, I've waved to a couple and even spoke some WORDS to a few, but no-one I could ask to catsit for me.  For years I never had to worry about this sort of thing because I didn't have any pets of my own.  Now I'm ward of two cats and one dog.  This week I have to clean the apartment, get some canned dog food, and pack for that road adventure.   Rocky the Wonder Beagle is navigating but los gatos will be here under the car or a professional catsitter.

Living is easy with eyes closed

Every now and then I get in a Beatles mood and want to hear the spacey sounds and brilliant wordplay. One of these days I'll find some lexicon or something that describes every quib and phrase, but until then I'll just gripe at Google Music for munging my playlists.

Drinking coffee in the early evening does little to stop feeling woozy.  Perhaps it was the second half of the Oregon Ducks-Ohio State Buckeyes game.  Yes folks, a couple cups of Sisters Coffee Dark Roast has even less oomph than the Oregon D being able to stop THE Ohio State.  

The J.V.

I can't tell if the lack of energy that I'm experiencing comes from the operation or the fact that it's so friggin' cold outside.  So much from being battle-hardened from all those winters in Cleveland.  I was able to do the kind of breathing exercises that I remember from twenty years ago:  breath in through the nose and out through the mouth.  The local newscast says that it'll snow tomorrow but then it'll turn to rain.  That tells me enough to not worry about any of the this because it's simply not cold enough.

In spite of the suckiness of the Cleveland Browns, I still root for them.  When I first arrived in Cleveland, they were good.  The routinely made the playoffs and were a real contender.  Maybe I dreamed it all up during one of those blizzards and they've always wallowed in the Factory of Sadness.  Not a wimpy 28F storm, but the kind of blizzard that one can't see past one's frozen nose.  At least I have other teams that I root for (Seahawks, Packers).