Dear rejected topics I thought about writing a letter to:

Dear smug, bloviating bastards,

Dear where shall I park downtown,

Dear I want to buy all the stuff,

Dear potato chips,

Dear Saturday with a work obligation,

Dear week with no respite in it,

Dear farmer's market in its penultimate week,

Dear national parks that are not open,

Dear smug, bloviating bastards (I feel the urge to write this letter every other minute!),

Dear mid-semester pile-on,

Dear all the topics above, and more,

Perhaps I will take you up another day. But right now I do not want to summon the wit, words, wizardry, and (it's not a "w" word, but it's the only one that will do) rage to write you. It is Friday night and I am tired. Maybe tomorrow and maybe never, is when I might take one or another of you up. Now, I am retiring.

I said good night,

htms

Weekend plans.

1. Appointment with Chad to pick up vegetables and eggs.
2. Possible movie (Savages, I hope I hope).
3. Possible jazz concert (Cannonball Coltrane Project).
4. Possible dinner out.
5. Possible outing with college daughter.
6. Responding to student drafts.
7. Several important e-mails to send.
8. Extra sleep?
9. Dog park.
10. Various procrastination efforts to undercut #6 above.
11. Watch the Oscars whilst blogging the Oscars (a plan I thought of just now).
12. Buy important hair care products.
13. Procrastinate some more.
14. Eat cookies left over from theory book group.
15. Contemplate a crowded next week.
16. Contemplate how, in the words of my immortal former dissertation chair, "a perfect Sunday can be utterly abolished by Monday."