Toste's here visiting.

Job interview yesterday, went more or less OK, not sure I'd be a good fit, benefits sound good, gag. Spent the day forgetting to eat, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Going to walk to town with houseguest in a bit for snack & records.

Nice visit with my mom, about to take her to the airport.

Yesterday, NYC daytrip included dance parade, dog watching in Tompkins Square to heavy drum accompaniment and a cavalcade of street foods, including this astonishing caramel frosting, need to reproduce.

Age of mechanical reproduction proceeds apace.

Need to go fetch my mom from the airport in a bit, flight was late leaving, the claim is it will still arrive on time.

Haven't been sleeping very well. Could use a quick nap.

Last night, couldn't sleep, drove Pickles away with incessant tossing.

Up early for reboots, car's brakes were feeling crazy soft, back in shop. Once I made it home (thanks, hon!), took a long nap.

Was feeling very hungry, made tostadas, feel much better.

In a funny, slow spin, feeling a bit nauseated.

Need out of current job fairly soon,it is making me feel crazy.

Got a loaf of rye bread yesterday and, while we were out, Pickles ate it. Poor guy still seems to feel a bit wobbly.

Graduation party, show. L.'s going to make cookies.

So my mom's coming to visit for a few days in a week or so at my instigation. She's been wanting Frank Pepe's.

Think we're also going to do a day trip to NYC, was thinking Broadway show, but have now realized there is a giant dance parade on the 22nd, so I think we'll attend that. Fun, fun.

Exhausting week, rain doesn't help.

Yesterday, back & forth to & from the Vineyard for some appalling teen choral music, overpriced chow, etc. Was nice to see people. Forgot my debit card at H&O the night previous, made for cash-starved island hijinks.

Work managed to intrude before we even got on the boat back. Spent most of today intruding more insistently.

Made some lazy green chile/cheese enchiladas. L. made a cake to replace the one swarmed by tiny black ants.

Another frost tonight.

Drowsy rainy day.

Just went through work email, giant flood of spam, free trial sample, gain 3+ inches.

Coffee, coffee.

Pleased to have workweek over with.

Was just out running errands in the beautiful spring day, got a gallon can of Kikkoman, seems like old times.

Back in Nashville, post-flooding, there is a water shortage. Friends there are hawking floodbeard merchandise on the Internet.

May go to Martha's Vineyard Sunday for a choral concert depending on what the kid has to say about it.

Peretz seems to be feeling better.

Have to lift Peretz up to my bed most nights lately, otherwise he sits looking sadly on a blanket on the floor.

Sweet old dog.

Watching Battlestar Galactica again. Streaming quality keeps degrading.

Pleasant evening, show at John Doe, slow to start, show was in basement, hung out upstairs.

Toward the end, Scott offered to show us his favorite possession, if our hands were clean, 1970 Skidmore yearbook, very artfully done. Tried to find out more about it via Internet, found the 40th reunion planning page instead, L & I had fun looking up the yearbook photos of the women who had put tales of their lives since 1970 on the reunion site.

We're kind of tempted to crash the party, it's in June.