Im going to take myself to dinner so I can have a cocktail, my new favorite thing. Then the movies. Then tomorrow I go to Portland where I will spend the entire day in Powell's bookstore, surely the most wonderful bookstore in the world. I will look to see if any of Rebecca's books are in the poetry section and complain if they aren't.
Lola licks herself obsessively and then throws up long hairballs that look like dead mice. TMI no doubt.
I miss Lucy the chicken. I hope she's adjusting.