Took the dog for a walk by the paper, young guy with headphones on didn't notice me in the dark, walked up to Peretz, said, "Hey, puppy, whatcha doin' puppy?" and scratched P's head, then noticed me & jumped a little. Old lady dragging a shopping cart full of branches across the grass. She said, "That's a nice dog." He is.

Got home, had some pie, tasty but will be tastier chilled, slipped into pjs, killing a bottle of brandy I got for xmas.

First degree burn on right side of left middle finger, maybe a bit too much baking while exhausted.

Everything around me seems to be moving in slow motion, trying to take advantage of it.