I'll do assorted stuff today, I kinda suppose.
1. I'll scritch the dog's ears even though he hain't my dog.
2. Propagate the cliche of "starving writer" by only packing up stuff I gots to have to survive when I move from Southern Californy in 10 days. Like, should I pack the Pan block?
3. Drink s'more unleaded coffee. Instant, because I already shipped the coffeemaker to Cleveland. Shoulda delayed that action, a bit?
4. The hell is he talking about, a Pan block? Pan is a card game mostly played in the Philippines (did I spell that right?), kinda like Super Rummy w/ Blood Doping. I went to a Las Vegas-type technical school to deal cards in Californy casinos (back in the Egregious Eighties) and Pan was one of the few authorized games. So you hadda buy your own Pan block and it's survived nigh 30 years. I mean, c'mon. VEGAS??? Couldn't that million-bucks-per-square-foot mecca have contributed, like, a wad of 20s dipped in Lucite and then shaped 'em into Pan blocks, for each of us prospective dealers of Tickets to the Devil?
5. I'll prolly feed and water the unowned doggie today, too. Fine, walk him and treat him as well.