Mr. Blue Sky Monday, September 08, 2003

A long day but not busy. I waited until 3 o'clock for a story going tonight. Not much fuss over it, some rumbling over the lede but I felt absolutely no attachment to it, so I breezed through the editing. If I hadn't gotten home at 8:30 it might've been a perfect day.

Our first dinner at the new table! Not a new table, really, just the old in a new spot, over by the window, where we can see the skate punks desecrating the church and funeral home. Mrs. Wrong Turn Journal made a delightful bowl of pasta, which we ate while chatting. A small thing, I realize, but we have always been boob-tubers: Come home, microwave whatever, eat it on the couch in front of the you-know-what. Nice to be pre-modern for a change. Let's hope it lasts.

Forgot to report: All is well in Astoria with our buddies and their newly arrived Madball. My sister had a birthday, as did my friend the physicist, who works with Vikings. Another friend's birthday is coming up, but as usual I can't remember the exact day. How's that for up close and personal? At any rate, as Dr. Percy says, "We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away." A big fat smooch to all of you!

Missing Mr. Zevon a bit more. I was never a huge fan, just the hits, and now I feel bad about that--as though he were an old friend who kept inviting me to lunch and I never found time. Wherever he is, I'm sure there's a piano.

@ 10:42:00 PM,

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