In which three-week-old garlic-onion soup makes me sick sick sick on the day Fellowship of the Ring opens.
In which I help Dave and Karen work on their new house.
In which I watch the same rugby match over-and-over. In which I read Stephen King.
In which I enjoy a summer of biking, reading, and killing demonic hordes.
In which I’m home sick, cooking myself steaks, getting drunk on red wine, and beginning the process of ripping all my CDs to MP3.
In which The Best Cat Ever hasn’t long to live, and that breaks my heart.
In which Kris is gone for a week, so I have time to live a man’s life.
In which sometimes I worry that I might be a hypochondriac.
In which I am NOT impressed by David Eggers.
In which I have a lovely bike ride.