I am in here.
I sit and watch “The Martian Chronicles” on TV, which is Ray Bradbury’s most hated cinematic rendering of any of his works. The cats are lumped around me. Soon, this won’t be a quiet house any more – Peter and Buck come home today – in a few hours, as a matter of fact. I’m … Continue reading home again
Well, half my lower jaw is. Dentist today, for a temporary crown to get rid of a cavity. Got nitrous oxide, so I had a nice nap after I got home. Woke an hour ago, and my jaw is still numb. No dinner for me yet. I don’t wish to end up having eaten my … Continue reading Comfortably numb
Foot’s getting better, though, according to the doctor, the soft tissues could be healing a little faster. That’s what fun in LA gets you: a swollen foot. Buck called this morning – they’re in Amsterdam, having successfully, and stylishly, conquered their mountain. Eight days up, one down. Kilimanjaro a memory for the kid now. 17 … Continue reading Foot
It’s Sunday morning, and I’m horribly glad that I don’t have to be motivated. I did get enough sleep, though that was a chancy thing, what with the impromptu block party at 2:00 just outside the House of Blues next door, eventually followed by the police car, the sirens, and the policeman on the loudspeaker … Continue reading Sunday morning, very bright
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