Bouncing Back with the Friday Brain Dump
The Muse, some various lesser nocturnal gods, my landlady, work demons in general, myself, a flu bug and the weather have all been at odds this last month. That is my excuse for recent radio silence. Happy Birthday, Scott! (mmmmmwah!) Dad turned 74. Still the very definition of his own crotchety self, he is oddly more open to entertaining relationships and a wide distribution of citrus fruits. Although this is a little baffling to his family, we suspect it's because we can outrun him even though he still cheats at cards. I have discovered what a stoat is and it's nothing like I thought it was. Still plenty cute. Mincing Mockingbird continues to produce some of the best titles for artwork ever. He can paint some hostile looking sparrows. He has an amusing art blo g as well. Jess and Dan get married in 60 days! This will be all very exciting, once Jessica's pretty shoes arrive. The Steven and I celebrated our approximate fourteen years of The Royal Caffeine Theatrical So...