I’m full. Of food. The rest comes later.
I wasn’t hungry, but I got to thinking about Chinese. So I went to the kitchen and cooked. The dog is fat. The only recourse was for me to eat the stuff.
Over indulgence. I know. But, hey, it’s okay. Speaking of which:
Seattle is the kind of city where outdoors nuts move to really get physical, so it makes sense that somebody would want to drop a vapor-spitting sauna right in the middle of one of its scenic coves.
The proposed floating hot-box would be set adrift in Union Bay on air-filled barrels this summer if architectural firm goCstudio obtains Kickstarter funding. The designers’ vision is that the sauna will become a sweaty saloon where locals can kick back, take in the view, maybe chat about the enduring awesomeness of Marshawn Lynch. As they explain:
We had more snow last night. I went out this morning and ran up and down the drive, checked mail, bitched about the old gas company not sending me a bill, came home and cut a donut or so in the access road snow and parked the truck in the garage.
Have you any idea how easy it is to do donuts with a truck with snow tires when it is empty?
I mean, really.
Of course, this post is about over indulgence. I should mention , I suppose, that I read about the football player in a neighboring state claiming he is gay. Having done so, I must also admit that all the dumb ass people climbing on board praising him and his actions epitomizing him as a model American didn’t get read.
I could have cared less about him and his pseudo-heroics, and even less about those claiming heroics for him.
It’s kind of like, you know, over-indulgence of another kind.
From the reaches,