new kind of kick
I have a good feeling tonight. I like my new friend. His name is Craig and he can scream like nobody's business. No doubt there will be more on him later.
My beautiful Julie and Erika are here to visit with Sticky (who had the privelige of riding in my grunged out L.L. Bean backpack from junior high school today). We had a nice evening of acoustic guitar, cigarettes, and dog-smuggling. A good combination, really.
I have to say I was highly surprised at the low level of disaster in my weekend at home in little Winterport. All things considered, the visit was smooth and drama-free.
Dawn and Thor brought the kids over this afternoon. I sneezed and Eric gave me a quizzical look, then asked me if I had a yeast infection. Where does a 6-year-old get an idea like that?
Things are looking up. Life is alright.
I might clean tomorrow. Or not.