Last night, I found the ability to really laugh at my situation(s), and not take myself so seriously, even when recounting all the awful things that have happened to me. And it was good.
Other random tidbits...
§ Second radio show tonight, with Cari this time. Had an absolutely wonderful time.
§ Steve, the ex-host of Blue's Clues, apparently put out a cd called Songs For Dustmites, and has called it a "children's cd for adults".
§ My grandmother apparently busted through our door bolt when she came over the other morning. Noone has any clue where she'd get the strength to do it.
§ I leanred how to play "Margaritaville". Buffet weekend, here we come!
§ Doc told me that my paragraphs on St. Patrick's Cathedral were "stunning", and that he'd never read anything like it. And it's been so long since I haven't let him down, since he's really been happy with something that I've written...it was a goddamn amazing feeling.
Just dance.
(Look at that pre-flu belly.)
RIP Mr. Shapiro, though I barely knew you.