Except for a few minor irritations such as music from across the street, barking from across the canal, and the neighbors slamming their car doors (I can’t figure out when they sleep or why they need to slam the doors so hard every 2 to 3 times they come and go), and the usual city sounds, today was a damn good day.

Tom got a good review at work, even though he took a wasp home with him. He said he felt like something had been crawling on him all the way home, and when he finally got home, he found that it was a wasp. He’s lucky he didn’t get stung.

Anyway, today I got 3 movies to look forward to, a pizza at one of the pizza parlors downtown, a bamboo plant, patchouli incense, and my oils.

This bamboo plant is curly, has two shoots instead of one, and is much taller than the other one. The other one’s about 7”, but this one’s over 2’. I got a 100-pack of patchouli sticks from the same Asian chick that sells bamboo plants. Although all good things must come to an end and I don’t expect us to stay as rich as we’ve become forever (and believe me when I say we’re rich compared to how we were a year ago or even 6 months ago), I’d say the lucky bamboo plant is the most likely source of our good fortune over anything else. Why? Because the horseshoe didn’t seem to do the previous tenants much good, and other things have been tried before that haven’t always worked.

Bob got the oils right on, amazingly, although there are a few that smell a bit off. I’ve learned, though, that when cool, the oils don’t always smell like they smell when burning, so I won’t worry just yet that the cedar kind of smells like pine. Meanwhile, he hasn’t billed us for the holly berry he’s out of stock on. I got 20 oils today which took an hour to dip. I now only have about 160 blanks left.

The rat is sitting on my lap now. He’s been doing that lately where he climbs up my leg and sits with me while I work.