A lengthy and occasionally redacted journal about a very active week

A naked woman walked down the street.

Had I looked out the window a moment earlier or later, I would not have seen her. She moved quickly but seemed "off." My brain took a minute to process what was passing. Was she wearing flesh-coloured tights? Did she have on a bathing suit bottom? It's not illegal for a woman to expose her breasts here, but it's rare, and the weather wasn't that warm.

Why was she carrying shoes?

Was this some side effect of the fentanyl?

My wife immediately felt something was not right about this woman, and called the police. They indicated that they'd already had a report and someone was looking into the matter.

It was going to be a strange week.

It began with a medical procedure and ended with Tegan and Sara.

Monday

Monday I had day surgery. Hence the fentanyl. The histrionic headlines and the

A mudu is a unit measure in Nigeria. It is typically an enamel bowl of 1.33 liters capacity. It is used to measure beans, garri, rice and similar foodstuffs. It is rarely used to measure liquids. The practice is to heap the stuff being measured until it forms a cone. This gives a mass between 1.13 and 1.5 kilograms depending on the substance. Things like garri and rice would weigh more since the individual grains are smaller.

This morning, I was wondering where the word comes from. It is a

"And then you woke up..."

"Woke up? That's no ending. What is this, Newhart?"

"Newhart?"

"Nevermind. It's just a letdown."

"And? Sometimes the truth isn't exciting."

"Couldn't you have me awaken to a more exciting world?"

"More exciting? We've cured cancer, we've ended deprivation, we've encountered aliens. Things you could never do inside."

"Things everyone expects of the future."

"What do you want then?"

"Something