Janae and Adam and I spent Thursday afternoon winning car races and escaping the clutches of Fidel Castro and his Cuban henchmen by chartering a yacht and sharing lemonade with a cop.
We got lucky pulltabs. I mean, we're just lucky.
Friday I found treasure: exposed brick walls, hardwood floors and french doors. There's only one catch: in five weeks it will all disappear.
This morning Lenah and her brother and sister and I sat in our living room eating omelets.
The music theory book I found at Bruised Books was fascinating until I fell asleep for an hour.
I'm going to see the Hangover with Javier and Ted.
Also, I have decided to limit my capacity for long term grudges. Any grudges, really. The only ones still in effect have been held for a minimum of four years and I'm not sure I even remember what they are.
Still, you can't teach a middle-age dog new tricks.
