Pound of flesh

To Newark, CA today. I debated on which bridge would fuck me over the least, and we decided today that would be the Bay Bridge. Not bad!

Later, at In-and-Out. I should've ordered my Double Double protein style, but I still find myself gun-shy at that critical moment of ordering. Or lazy. The burden of talking when you are hungry! I marvel at those people with long Starbuck orders, who ask how meat is prepared, who ask for no butter. I'm usually only capable of an "EAT, NOW. PLEASE." Or, as they do at In-and-Out, "Uhhhhhhhh... No 1, please." Regrets, regrets...

I should've brought a magazine. Instead, I stared at the back of some other lone diner, male, in his teens, wearing a bright red Knights of the Old Republic t-shirt, fiddling with his Droid (! I just noticed the connection). Next to me, an older couple, easily into their 60s-70s. I can't remember what they discussed, though they were the closest sound to me. Funny how that happens.

Picked up our meat CSA. Weirdo meat of the month: goat spareribs. Also: ground turkey. Steve suggests we mix it with some real meat, having it act as meat filler. Steve got me the Meatball Shop cookbook for Christmas, which is highly appropriate since Marin Sun Farms gives us a ton of ground meat and now I will have something to do with it all.

Back home, I continued to work. Stinky is an aggressive afternoon snuggler, so after some angry-meowing, he draped himself across my forearms while I typed, and purred himself to sleep. (Aw.)