Got distracted by Internet, never did get to the pie, maybe later. Did have brief fit of domesticity during which I removed a lot of dead things from the refrigerator.

Walking through the gray twilight with P had bits of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" running through my head, mixed with snatches of the Iron Maiden song of the same name. Imagine the refrigerator recalled the bit about the thousand, thousand slimy things, but there are lots of other resonances.

Another thing I learned from Cooper is that his housemate was a regular reader of this blog, but gave it up as too depressing, no wonder my ClickShare numbers are down, should've attended that seminar.

Ah, TV Diner with Billy Costa, got to go.