There is something uniquely discordant about being on the computer on a really beautiful day, multiply so when it’s most of the day spent that way. That is how I spent today. I have a window, and that’s nice. I’ve not gotten bug screens for it yet, because they’re expensive, so they stay shut. Maybe next summer I’ll get that sorted out, it’ll make this officer far nicer. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter, being poorly insulated, and like I said, having inoperable windows. 

I had a few minutes to go lay on my hammock in the sun and listen to distant cars, which I can almost always hear if I focus and the trees aren’t making too much noise. 

I heard a few motorcycles making a racket, and I think people who ride motorcycles that loud are bad people, I think there’s something wrong with them, something profane. I don’t think I know anybody that rides motorcycles like that, and the one person who comes to mind as possibly doing so, well, it’s mostly a hyper-specific judgment of other things I find sort of profane about this person that makes me think they might do this other thing I really dislike. 

“Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me,” Hannibal Lecter said that, and I feel similarly. Someone else said “a gentleman is someone who is never rude without meaning to be,” I think I’m rude sometimes by accident, so I guess that means I’m not a gentleman, but at least I don’t ride loud motorcycles.