Getting home from work yesterday, flopped down on couch & zoned out, stayed that way, pretty much, while L. made a nice light supper, stayed that way while watching The Departed, stayed that way while I forgot to feed the dogs, etc., etc. Finally went to sleep.
Trying to figure out whether Pickles was funnier with his cone or (as now) without it.
This morning- dealing with broken mail server, replacing parts, worrying over it, seems OK now.
On my way to a sandwich at Serio's, "Coney Island Steeplechase" came on the radio, it's a song I sing to myself a lot, but hadn't actually heard it in years.
Lots of horseradish sauce on my sandwich, like horseradish sauce. Like dogs better than people.