The Centaur is Restless

Sagittarians love to travel, and it’s been far too long since this one’s been any further than Grand Rapids. So before the second job starts up again and I’m locked in a two-month death spiral of work-class-work, work-class-work, I’m taking a train trip to Chicago this weekend.

I was told to bring clothes suitable for a nice restaurant. This evening I held a mini-fashion show in front of the full-length mirror. Too bad most of my dress-up clothes have somehow shrunk and now smash my boobs into unnatural forms or push up little Appalachian ridges of Panera-induced pudge (I admit I’ve seen mio caro once or twice on the sly). The black tank dress will have to do until I somehow dredge up the will power to stop drinking beer and eating cheese on everything.

I thought I’d try to entice D. into guest-blogging from a landscaping roadshow in Columbus, oHIo, this weekend, but to no avail. You’ll have to wait until Monday evening when I return. Maybe.