I had planned on working in my yard today and then going to the grocery tonight. I've been juggling my finances around and waiting to go to the store until I have everything nailed down. I really don't want to mess up my checking account. As a result, I'm sitting here with about half a dozen Budget Grommet meals and various condiments and stuff like that. Fortunately, I am not out of Pop Secret Kettle Corn! Anyway, I got distracted this weekend organizing books on shelves and the yard work proved just a little more involved than I had planned, so I didn't make it tonight.

Ah well. It looks like a frozen Budget Grommet meal for breakfast. On the whole, my erratic and lackadaisical schedule has been having an effect on my weight. I'm down another couple of pounds. This is a good thing. I can spare them. On the whole, I got things accomplished this weekend -- just not what I had planned on accomplishing.

After doing the yard work and finishing up in the yard and garage at about 8:30 this evening, I hit the shower. I was determined to visit the grocery after getting out and getting dressed again, but I got hungry for dinner so I threw in a Grommet lasagna and called it an evening. I've been sitting around here, downloading music and reading Lew Rockwell's site. Lew is a libertarian who runs a web site dedicated to property, freedom, and peace. It's a pretty good site for people even for people who would like to know more about libertarian or even free market anarcho-capitalist ideas. For example, today there is an excellent article on The Political Thought of Étienne de la Boétie, who was a proto-libertarian sixteenth century thinker who espoused the idea that government rests on the consent of the governed.

I really must curb my intake of political material though. It tends to make me a bit strident. For example, I succumbed to the urge to castigate someone who posted to one of the Bay Area forums. It was another of those foolish attempts to drum up support for his pet political hobby-horse, which of course, he was expecting me to pay for. Yack. I really shouldn't get annoyed, but I do. These are the good Roman citizens who are destroying the republic with their lust for bread and circuses. Of course, taken individually, his pet special interest accounts for a drop in the bucket, or one more straw to be carried by the camel. At any rate, I shouldn't have gotten into a pissing match with him. It just doesn't get me anywhere.