Thursday

Jonny is feeling bloated again. This is such a strange feeling. He is on page 186 of The Shadow Roads. Despite the reviews of The Blade Itself, Jonny highly recommends that book. It makes you think about the psychology of crime itself. His technique of naming the chapter after something small that happens in the end of the chapter is intriguing. Right now Jonny is listening to click FM. Guess what the spell checker is working. Guess what 3 weeks and 1 day until Jonny moves. No more chips in a corner cabinet. No more scrambling to get the dogs out before they poop in the house. The new house has besides: radon, gas leak, chimney broken, sewer clogged and asbestos, it has a fenced in yard. It will have so many new cabinets Angelina can stored 50 Hunts cans of tomatoe paste if she so desires. Jonny is kinda annoyed that the basement windows are not able to open. He will fix that. The inspector said the landscaping is bad. It seems no one who builds a house knows to make the land angle away so water doesn't leak into the basement. This happened to Wendell back in 1976 in Jonny's childhood home and it looks like Jonny's 1941 vintage home has the same problem. Jonny is back on track and listened to Pikudei again today and once yesterday. He has a meeting in Death Valley at 10 am tomorrow.