Saturday morning at the kitchen table

This week flew by. It started with the eclipse and ended with our first away football game. I am zonked.

At least the weather has been decent. It was downright pleasant last night - no humidity and a fall feeling in the air. This is deceptive, of course, since September here is typically quite hot.

I keep meaning to come here and write something but I either get all of my thoughts out on the podcast or I draw a blank. I've been spending a bit of my free time playing Atari on my laptop. For some reason I got the urge to reinstall Stella and I keep going back to Megamania, a game from Activision that is a lot tougher than I remember. Maybe my reflexes were better when I was 9. I also think my old gamepad might be holding me back a bit so I am on the completely not urgent lookout for a decent USB joystick when I visit Goodwills.

I think I'm going to set up an emulator for the Atari 5200 next. Why? I have no idea but there is something about spending time with classic games that makes me happy lately.

Also, I'm still reading like crazy - 32 books so far this year. I again thought about taking a break from reading earlier this week when I finished a book of short stories by Haruki Murakami. My break lasted about an hour before I started Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace. I've been wanting to read it since I saw The End of the Tour.

I guess that's all I have for today. The sun is out and we're going to get out of the house and make the most of a nice Saturday before all of my Saturdays are filled with band contests!