The RDO

Today, Monday morning, is my RDO, my regular day off, and is one of the more random benefits of city life. In exchange for working nine-hour days, I get to take every other Monday off. It's damn nice, really, giving me a chance to catch up on all the related nonsense of living.

I thought, at first, that it would end up being the equivalent of an three-day weekend, but it turns out that end up doing my laundry, working on the photo business, writing this blog, etc. That is, what I would be doing but for the fact that I'm usually stuck in a 10-by-10 foot cube at this point in the morning.

Today is also Donna's birthday, and though I took her to the Grand Canyon last weekend, and though we had a huge party for her on Saturday, I still want to do something further. Part of it comes, I expect, from her annoyance that I hadn't done enough to help prepare for said party. And part of my resistance to it (going to, say, the Smokehouse) stems from the fact that I am essentially broke until next payday, have a grip of bills coming up, and am generally stressed about money presently.

Oy.

On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to share a posting I received via a group called "Awesome Artists." The group is a LA-based mailing list for, well, artists and other creative types. Generally, it's filled with listings of gallery openings, events, contests and the likes. But every once in awhile, you get a posting like this from a Robert Moskowitz:

Anyone know where I can borrow, rent, or buy a squirrel suit for an
adult? I need it for February and March.

Thanks.

Robert

I love LA.