Words are slow. I surf the web. Read my bloglines. Try to think of something to write, or rather, how to write it.

As planned, I drove into Boulder earlier this evening, window open, stereo blazing down the freeway as I faced the twilight sun setting over the mountains. (I recently ordered music from this company, and along with my order, they threw in a rather sizable pile of free demo discs. Though I don't particularly care for all the music on the free discs, I've decided it's much more interesting than anything ClearChannel has to offer. Since the trip, my portable cd player has taken up semi-permanent residence in Tobias.)

Since I was a few minutes early, I thought about stopping by to visit my old crew at the deli, but I ditched that idea in favor of using the extra time to brows at the library a little. I got my temporary card converted into a permanent one, and wandered again into the fiction section.

Looking for more Philip K Dick books, I looked at the shelves, and then the nearest terminal. "This can't be right. It says they have several more books of his in the main branch, and they aren't checked out. They've got to have more than the two I see on the shelf." I did a more careful examination, and then realized/remembered that the Boulder library separates scifi into a zone away from the "normal" fiction.

There, I found a much more healthy selection of material from the scifi legend. I pulled out Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, read the first chapter, and loved it. Much more like the style I would envision from an author whose stories were the basis of several of the best conceived movies of the past two decades.

I checked out the book, and headed to Caffe Sole. There, I ordered a mocha shake, and hung out with the local hacking crowed for around 45 minutes. I got into a brief conversation with one guy who saw my book. He agreed that many of Dick's earlier works were fairly unremarkable, and told me I would likely have the best experience reading anything written during or after the 60's.

Jaeger also wandered in for a brief visit of his own before my departure. He informed me of his latest electronic toy acquisition, which sounded greatly exciting. Could it be that in this drought of canceled quality shows, his new toy will find a way to fetch something worthwhile out of the masses of dreck that flood the airwaves? We shall see.

I departed Hacking Society, put in another demo disc, heard some stuff I actually decided I liked (but most likely not enough to want to buy it), and met up with my dad at the Neighborly Abode. From there, we journied in his car to DIA, and found my mom in the luggage pickup area.

Took her home, during which she described grandma's deteriorating condition, and ate a bit of watermelon.

Now I'm back here. Though my mom is great, there's a part of me that wishes I could have the place to myself a bit longer. It was nice to just... be by myself there.

My thoughts stray to the idea of again renting my own place. If Scott is able to continue to supply me with paychecks like the one I got this week on a regular and timely basis for the long term, I could do it, no problem. As much as the business is looking up right now, I'm not convinced enough that things will still be so good three months from now to be willing to go out and sign any leases. Not yet.

So I sit and bide my time.

Also, as much as I want to be on my own, there's a part of me that can't help but think that doing so would be wasteful, economically speaking. The situation right now is livable. Why not stay where I am, and use the money to help parents with rent and other expenses; they have, after all, been putting me up for the past 1.5 years during my hard times. Shouldn't I at least return some of that favor?

My mind is clouded and uncertain.

But at least I have my weekend largely planned, even though there's still another day to pass before then. (And much more professional level coding to accomplish!)

This Saturday, I have a visit scheduled with $mentor[0]. We're going to hike, and probably see Troy. He's already seen it, and recommends it highly. (Most of the big critics' reviews I've seen have been mixed.)

On Sunday, I plan to try making Linknoid's festing french toast recipe for breakfast. (The thought of trying out one of the waffle recipes is also appealing, but since I don't have a waffle iron, and the french toast looks simplest to prepare, I'm going to go for that first.)

During the day Sunday, I'm going to try to make it out to the nearby farmer's market, and see what goodies can be found.

Now, off to bed with me, so I can be ready and alert tomorrow, so as to make further progress in turning this oddball enterprise of scottgalvin.com into something resembling a profitable business!