1014am

Great week, perhaps. Just nailed a $1000 sale to an Air Force base, so that's $250 toward Chaos in Tejas next week, and I can use every penny of that.

I say all the time that I love going to shows and seeing bands, and my fondest memories seem to revolve around bands I've seen. You'd think that, anyway. What I end up thinking about most of the time, however, is the money and the trouble of getting up and leaving the house and doing anything. I may have become a tad agoraphobic as I've gotten older. It's either that or sloth, but usually it's a mixture of things. I resent spending any money when I've forever felt in the hole materially. I resent the time involved that I'd rather be doing nothing, or doing something tangible that will produce lasting results.

But this is just my grumbling. I love seeing bands.

I've begun reading again, though still only when I walk. It has me thinking that I should commence an inventory of my library and see what all I have. I could load it in Excel, I would think, and sort it by any filter I like afterward. I could use it as a means to sell off some stuff I don't read and make a little extra room and cash for the coffers. Or, since I don't have Excel and don't know how to use it, I could find some other method to get it online and sortable. There are, I think, a few thousand titles.

I'm reading The End of Nature by Bill McKibben. It's a little odd reading a book from 1988 or so about climate change with dire predictions for 2010. It's also a tad unsettling to see some of the predictions borne out in the present. We are changing the world. We really are. I have another book by McKibben titled Eaarth that I'll begin next. He writes well enough, and surprisingly it doesn't seem too dated, despite the nature of the content.

It's 1035am, and I'm done working for the day. I'll shake out of that and make a few more sales before lunch.