Somebody Call Esther
Tuesday, April 13th, 2004 10:06 pmTomorrow early, we'll be on our way to New Hamster for a signing at Toadstool Books in Milford. Mozart has the password for the journal, in case he wants to post anything about his day, but somehow I doubt he'll bother.
Did a spot of research today, then took off with some housecleaning, to give the back brain unsupervised play space. Got involved in a list-discussion about books -- the first time since 1997 I've actually been able to talk about books. It felt good. I like to talk about books.
Earlier in the week, a friend's sister let us know that our friend had a heart attack and was in the hospital; this evening, another friend reports an illness ... Can we get a moratorium of this stuff for a year or so, please?
It's only 10:30, but I'm fried -- last night was a broken night, which will teach *me* to drink coffee after 3 p.m. Or not.
G'night...
Did a spot of research today, then took off with some housecleaning, to give the back brain unsupervised play space. Got involved in a list-discussion about books -- the first time since 1997 I've actually been able to talk about books. It felt good. I like to talk about books.
Earlier in the week, a friend's sister let us know that our friend had a heart attack and was in the hospital; this evening, another friend reports an illness ... Can we get a moratorium of this stuff for a year or so, please?
It's only 10:30, but I'm fried -- last night was a broken night, which will teach *me* to drink coffee after 3 p.m. Or not.
G'night...