Urbi et Orbi | Project MERCATOR
I've been at church—not at Mass, but on the church grounds—later than I'd planned each of the last two nights, & I'll be there each of the next two nights, probably later than I plan, I predict gloomily. I volunteered for all of this, & individually I'm glad for each bit, but cumulatively it's enervating, especially when compounded by last weekend's disruption of my cozy, & thus invigorating, routine. By the time Thursday is over, I'll have been up at church for five consecutive days. Things will have to slow down come July, because this pace is clearly unsustainable.

Project PANDORA
Like a bolt out of the clear blue sky, The O.W.L. sent me a text message to-day. It read: "Its [The O.W.L.]. I was just thinkin we should get a drink sometime" (sic). My mobile received this text message at 1:48 P.M., so for propriety's sake I hope she wasn't three sheets to the wind as she normally must be before she summons the courage to contact me. Don't remember The O.W.L.? Fear not! The Wayback Machine is here to help.

I replied, "O.K., sure," but given her penchant for contacting me out of the blue & then failing utterly to follow up I fully expect those words to be the end of the matter 'til the next time she's drunk or lonely or whatever & decides that interrupting my day, in however minor a fashion, is just the ticket. Can I help it if I'm unforgettable? Irresistible? Hardy, but I get under their skin & the pleasure of my company is not easily shaken.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Fountains of Wayne, "Radio Bar" from Sky Full of Holes (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: I adore the pep of "Radio Bar." It's insubstantial fluff, but it's one of my F.O.W. favorites.

"One night there was a girl there,
For some reason she pulled up her chair,
She said, 'Why don't we go somewhere?'
So I passed her her coat,
That was all that she wrote,
That was it for the Radio Bar."