Posthuman Blues

I won't be working overtime tomorrow after all: my parents took me out for dinner and their car's battery mysteriously failed, forcing us to seek out a guy who very kindly drove us down the street toward the Plaza, where my parents boarded my car and took off. So I'm without wheels for at least part of tomorrow.

I missed my friend's brother's band playing a gig at the Kemper Museum. I'll probably enjoy the rest of the weekend reading "Terraforming Earth," keeping a vigilant eye on cyberspace and downing iced chai. I can work late on Monday.

Mysteries Magazine mailed me a new book to review today. I haven't opened the envelope yet. Maybe I'll do that now . . .