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I haven't much to tell you today . . . I've got lots going on the rest of the week, but just spent the evening at home by myself last night. It was already easier to contend with just one night after Shobhit left, mostly just to have time to get my own things done. I got my 34 pages read of my library book, which is going to be a bigger challenge each day the rest of the week.
Then, I discovered that the Ryan Murphy FX series
Feud starring Jessica Lange and Susan Sarandon, is
finally streaming on Hulu! Usually these shows from FX have a delay but are available on Hulu at least about a year later; this one came out in fucking 2017 and it's taken
five years for me finally to be able to watch it.
The irony is: I watched the pilot, and: meh. It felt a little anti-climactic, especially after how much I heard back then how great it was. Ryan Murphy series have had definitively diminishing returns since then. I'm still going to keep watching, though; I love the actors (or at least the talent of the actors—politically, Susan Sarandon is a dipshit, regarding herself as progressive but insisting from day one that Hillary Clinton would have been
worse than Donald Trump, which is insane) and I can't judge the series on the first episode alone. And this will give me something to watch that Shobhit won't care much about me watching without him, I don't think.
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I was asleep when Shobhit texted me last night, at 11:41, that he had reached his mom's place in Delhi. That would have been 12:11 pm local time for him. He sent me some interesting photos of the Dubai International Airport while he was there. He paid sixty bucks to spend time in a lounge there where he could take a shower and also get food; he also sent photos of several different dishes, telling me he was trying to get his money's worth.
I guess at this point we're already where we could say he'll be back with his mom in two and a half weeks: they return on October 28, a Friday, which is 17 days from now. I still have two full weekends to myself in the meantime.
The weather continues to be unseasonably warm in the afternoons, but the mornings have noticeably turned; I don't need my hoodie when cycling home after work, but I do in the morning. This makes my shoulder bag too heavy for wearing on the ride home, so I have to strap it to the bike rack behind my seat, with the bungee cord. This is kind of beating up my aging but beloved
bag (eight years old this December), but, oh well. It's better than throwing my shoulder out again. I suspect this week, or perhaps next, may be my last for continuing to commute to and from work by bicycle. There's still no hint of rain, which we desperately need—but my phone's 10-day forecast has both highs and lows comparable to today, in which case the cycling can continue.
Okay, I've resorted to talking about the weather. I guess I'll post this and get back to work.
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[posted 12:32 pm]
