I leave for Tuscany in TWO WEEKS, holy shite. I have to spend some time contemplating what I'm going to say to the assembled. I have ideas, many ideas. And poems and wise and pithy sayings and so forth. No pressure but they are flying me there and keeping me in a villa so I better be good.
However, it's hotter than, well, you know and Felix and I must head to the swimming hole and plunge in, at least for an hour.
In a dream, I delivered the bride's baby and all was well. She's not pregnant but apparently she was in the dream and she pushed out a nice round and fat baby.
My little kat licks herself compulsively and then throws up hairballs all the time. I think she needs valium.