Damn cold.  Have a case of the sniffles.

Thinking about process, when things happen, etc.  So much has always happened already, it's hard to sort it out.

Record's about finished, shows coming up.  Weekend trip to Texas soon.

I look over my photographs and it seems like I've been uncannily busy, don't feel like I do much of anything, don't feel like I could if I wanted to.

Anyway, yeah, artistic, critical practice- what's it all about?

Woken earlier than I'd have liked by whining aged dog, poor pup.

Coffee's brewing.  Recycling truck has arrived.

The kid's off for a 2 month US tour, apparently.  Strange, exciting.

Dreamt extensively of time travel.  Kept proving I was from the future by showing people my phone.

Minor Facebook event invite confusion led inexorably to my making Indian dinner party yesterday.  Good times.

Strange dream last night, kept forgetting I wasn't allowed to smoke at a reception in a hotel in another state, eventually looked in a mirror and I had a lot of pairs of socks tied in my hair, then got a New Year's text message regarding charitable giving from an improbable source. Woke to find my watch had stopped.

Nice visit from Peter yesterday, croissant party, computer talk, Smile, out for pizza, etc.

Time for some early morning billing.