an appointment with the king

you might think i've been slack here, but that's only 1/128th right ...

the truth of the matter is that feddy is damn near impossible to talk to.  although we talk occasionally on the phone (feddy: "you're one of only a very few people who ever calls just to talk, but doesn't actually want something"), and i send him the rare TXT (sometimes running questions, sometimes weirdness i run across).

but i didn't say "impossible."

today the king showed up at bobbi's and we had a long, leisurely conversation.  mostly i was getting caught up on the life of feddy.

high points, for those of you who stalk him:

* he's worried about his job because management has been shooting bullets everywhere around the cubicle he doesn't actually ever sit in (and my guess, apple's profits would probably increase 10% if they didn't have to pay his whacked salary).

* he's getting along well with the queen.  this is not only news, but big and fairly good news.  it means the chances that the kingdom won't be split, say, this month, have gone down significantly.

* the heir and the spare are both doing well.

* dipsea training is ahead of schedule and looking very good.  the king is healthy in that well-kept-prison-camp-kind-of-way.

i had a grilled cheese with bacon and a cup of split pea soup.  it was yummy.

feddy had an omelet, and for the first time in his life tried smokey tabasco sauce, which he LOVED.

now what's interesting here is i'm getting ready to move from CA, and yet, i'll bet you that we have more "lunches" per period of time while i'm "gone" than we have while i'm here.

goddamn feddy.  if i didn't like him so much i'd bitch-slap the bejesus out of him.