Came home, collapsed, was given refreshing drink, revived enough to walk the pup, collapsed again, was fed garlic spaghetti, strawberry upside down corncake.

Would sort of like to go to bed now. May do.

Walking across the newsroom floor, noticed a paper from last week announcing that Herm's had closed. Never went to Herm's.

Went & got some coffee across the street. Still unsuitable outside for people with lingering cold symptoms.

Thickheaded, sluggish, new press goes live tonight maybe, I hear.

Wondering if I've had enough of being a temptation to the curious.

Vile mugginess prevails without, nice & cool in server room.

It seems that, during my brief absence, all area Citgos have become Irvings. Finding it a bit unnerving, trying to take it as a good sign.

About to go bring the ps2 pseudo-karaoke good vibrations to the H & O bartender's going away party.

Ps, ps, unnerving, Irving.

Slept in, coffee's brewing, need to go do a few things at work in a while, might try to work in brunch before.

So, wedding details- we are currently engaged in a plan to mark the turns of the seasons with significant events. The location was a tiny lighthouse chapel in Bernard, the officiant was a nice old man named Irving, the only others in attendance were L.'s son and two witnesses unknown to us. There were difficulties lighting candles. The harbor was fogged in as the ceremony began, but by the end had cleared out a bit.



Anyway, I think everybody had fun.

Back from vacation, been a strange, disjointed one in the course of which, in addition to getting married, everybody had colds, we drove back & forth from Maine to the Cape, etc., etc. Didn't get in as much swimming, eating, gazing at scenery, etc., etc. as usual, still pretty fun & interesting.

Could use a vacation.

OK, going to get back to unloading the car.

I got married, weird.

More about that later, reception in September.

Up in Maine, been fogged in with a nasty cold. Clearing out this morning.

Preparing for departure, sucking on a zinc lozenge.

Strange, disrupted sleep last night, wide awake at 4 AM, vast chorus of birds.

Gray morning.

Brought P. down to T.'s parents' house to visit with her & her new husband. Heard a lot about the world of interactive advertising. Buy now.

Feel like I may be coming down with a cold. Typisch.

Preparing for trip to seaside, doing laundry, have donned absurd seaside costume.

By the sea, by the sea, etc., etc.

Should take the dogs for a walk.

Just back from the premiere of Our American Friend, funny & interesting in a lot of ways, didn't care that much for the music. Got a call from friend who just got married while that was going on, left me feeling unaccountably nervous, like something awful had happened. Checked my voicemail after the show, was thanked for the wedding gifts. Strange bird, I am.

Had some insightful thoughts while the opera was underway, I think, but have now forgotten them, will have to make do with their traces.

Off to read some pulpy scifi about collectors of pulpy scifi.

I am damn sleepy. Knee still hurts.

Have vaguely agreed to play show tomorrow via SMS. Agreed, I mean, will probably be performing in person.

At some point before leaving on vacation, need to do laundry.

Nota bene: my going on vacation is not, as some appear to believe, an invitation to make harassing phone calls, please avoid doing this if possible.

New RIP being tested, about to go into production, nervousness abounds.

RIP, RIP, RIP.

Right knee hurts.

Out in the night with Peretz, feeling sorry for people, thinking about how my feeling sorry for people never did anyone any good.

Full moon tonight, too cloudy to see it.

Would really be better if I could react to the lack of subtlety typical of most suffering with the disgust it deserves. Anyway, anyway.

Grilled some hot dogs, dropped one, Peretz & Pickles split it. Peaceable kingdom.

Going to brush my teeth & put on my pajamas.

Moon, June.

Off to spoon & swoon.

Car needs fixing.

Actually got in some reading last night, stuff on Web about Werner Erhard, then a few chapters of an Ace Double.

Lovely morning for lazing about in bed, looking out the window at the cool sunshine, other things to do, sadly.

L. just cleaned up some dog vomit.

Checking on performance of underperforming web server and



Miniature donkey, miniature donkey!

Some days I enjoy my job more than others, having a big cup of quality joe.

Oil light's on again. Argh.

Gray, rainy day.

Boss's out sick, should be exciting.

Usually, anticipating being on vacation, I'd avoid making major changes to systems this week, unavoidable this time, gives me a bit of a stomach ache to think about it, luckily, cell phones don't work too well on the island.

Oil light has returned to its normal off state.

Feeling vaguely ill, sleepy, achy, mouth dry, etc.

Tried to nap, people kept calling.

Making pasta with an alfredo sauce.