It’s Friday, Boss.
It’s been a fine stretch of beautiful warm and sunny days here in the Pacific Northwest. Lots of world class tennis has been played. The yard work has been crushed and there’s even been some hiking on the sun drenched trails of SW parks.

Our chimney’s got violated and swept out this week and now I’m on a rogue hunt for a cord of wood. I hope to better my last pile. The chimney sweep guy had this gnome-like apprentice kid working for him and when the kid would address the chimney sweep master he would always end every sentence with the word ‘Boss’; “Towels are in place, Boss”, “I’m just finishing up here, Boss”. Now, I’m glad I don’t have a job where I have to go house to house cleaning the popcorn creosote out of household smoke stacks (I don’t think I’d like to have permanent soot soaked skin from finger tip to elbow either), but I would very much enjoy a work environment where my minions, in a tribute to my complete mastery of craft, expressed their gratitude and respect by peppering their communications with me with the term Boss. Does that seem so hard?

Also, hotly anticipating the arrival of Sarah Silverman’s Jesus is Magic to a theater in Portland.