Cloister Commentary, Day 322: Merging

The past two days have been a bit of a whirlwind. Fortunately, I returned from my sleep study in time to have a breakfast of black bean and salsa tortillas (courtesy of the Tortilleria El Patron group) with Nicole before she took off for work. I did some house-tidying, buzzed over and renewed my drivers license (the Real ID renewal went relatively smoothly, but I damn near flunked the vision test–I only wear readers!), made some appointments for a couple felines at the vet, finished a book…then hit the road back to Monett again. I’m going to spend a few more days with Mom and watch the Super Bore with her–and with luck dodge any bad weather. Unfortunately, I bustled out without my backpack–how will I survive without my styling mousse, my new copy of The Week, and my just-found-after-weeks-missing bamboo toothbrush?

Listened to more late-Columbia-period Billie Holiday on the drive back and finally satisfied my Rascals craving that must not have been too intense since I kept forgetting it–but damn, that group was good! I can listen to “Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore” on repeat for an hour–a long-time favorite. Also, I deeply enjoyed (as always) the greatest album of the most dissonantly catchy indie rock band of all-time: Archers of Loaf’s Vee Vee. A dude who should have already changed lanes to let me in off the Highway 5 off-ramp to I-44 STOPPED COLD on the interstate to let me in AS I REACHED THE VERY END OF THE RAMP AFTER I’D ALREADY STOPPED. He and probably I are lucky to be alive.

My mom and I had her quick and delicious recipe of Parmesan chicken (plus peas and roasted Rosemary potatos), then suffered through the very bad opening episode of Netflix’s Firefly Lane (Mom says read the book). We switched to the Nets – Raptors game to witness Kevin Durant removed from the bench due to contact tracing and NBA health protocols and see my observation that Brooklyn should never have traded Jarrett Allen further validated.

I then did the impossible: I slept nine hours.

Streaming for Strivers:

I’m not sure what’s up with the thumbnail, but I tell you what–take a chance and click to hear one of the greatest compilations of African music ever released.