Not just because my hostas have sprung up, either. Though that's very nice, and a relief. I've been worried about how all the yard life survived the flood and all the toxins in it.
No. Today is especiale. Today is Strider's Birthday. She's not here and I'm not there. But we talked for a while and made further plans for next weekend. And we had a very bitter and hilarious conversation wherein we agreed that it all sucks and there's nothing meaningful to be done because it sucks to the core, and even past the core. So just do what you do and try to have fun where you can.
And in further non-fun reality... today is also the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. It was legend in our family, because my grandfather knew a couple of people who were aboard her and always toasted them on this day. And a really sweet little story from the BBC goes along with the remembrance
Okay, I'm off to shower and start my Saturday night. I just remembered Stevil is on the air after a year's absence! Shit! Ah, there he is, "How High the Moon." At least I didn't miss the whole thing. However, the station's back, hopefully for good, so there'll be many Saturday nights to come. Glad you're back, Stevil.