Quiet Sunday morning, pottering about in my Global Warming Killed Frosty t-shirt, tending to dogs, making coffee, arranging photos of debris I took last year, feeling like I should be doing more art despite the fact that, realistically, objectively or relatively, I'm already doing quite a lot.

Ran out of work to do yesterday, there's a wide variety of stuff on the horizon, but I'm contemplating a possible two weeks of basically uncommitted time, it's strange, though, of course, in many ways, it's a return to normal.

Maybe some music.

OK, a few weeks into the not smoking thing & I'm officially wussing out. Had a cigarette a little while ago from ancient half pack I found while doing laundry & my back now feels better than it has for a week and a half. Screw it.

The dogs heartily disapprove, and, honestly, I do too. Sigh.

L.'s gone to the island to see the kid's new band.

"Alone Again/Or" on Pandora, toaster gorditas with sour cream & Frank's Red Hot, dogs want dinner, dogs want out, trying to get into the swing of this new work task.

Going to go out to see some music in a while, maybe. More of that tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow.

Chilly feet. Despite excessive coffee, could use a nap.

Sleeping funny, unsettled stomach, seems like old times.

Got a really wonderful load of snow dumped on us yesterday, soon our sidewalks will be tunnels, dare to dream.

Scattered, making work difficult, or working difficult, anyway, anyway.

Dogs are bored with it.

A couple days ago, quit smoking as I had intended to do about four years ago, before events intervened, as they do.

Understandably, then, feeling a bit loopy. Having lots of snacks, water.

L. has gone south for a day of felting, indie rock, etc. Meanwhile, on the couch with itchy eyeballs, X-Files marathon.

Outside, lovely white snow.

Nice new year's, L. made donuts with rum cream, yum.

Woken early by dogs, fell asleep again to 2001.

Just finished celebrating the arrival of our first significant snowfall with a cheerful viewing of Quintet.

Yesterday, a pleasant xmas complete with low key gift exchange, bourbon molasses pecan pie, spicy pork tenderloin &, for me, anyway, a very early bedtime. That equalled me waking embarrassingly early & a trip to the predictably ugly scene at the postholiday presnowtorm megagrocery for butter & eggs.

Dressed in orange eating organic oranges. Postapocalappalappalappalappa.

Wakka wakka.

Happy winter, still not much in the way of snow. Slept through the eclipse, enjoying sleep very much lately.

Twee music on, settling into work.

Dogs are getting upset that L. won't help them test their beddytime catapult. They're convinced it's safe.

Working out xmas dinner menu.

Just stepped outside to find a strange, loose beagle pooping on our front walk. Tried to get him to come, but he ran off across the street.

Peretz wonders, "Who was that strange beagle?"

Raining hard. In Nashville, apparently, snow.

Now we are a crack social media team.

Going to go see the new Harry Potter, xmas tree dressing, microtonal guitarist. In that order.

Peretz is wet & smells like mushrooms.

Oh, maybe we're canceling all but the movie, OK, sounds good.

Spent the weekend food poisoned, thanks to holiday party raw vegetable tray at Union Station, I think. Blech.

Feeling a bit better, not yet up to latkes, sadly.

Flurries all day, elderly neighbor taken away by ambulance, freezing cold blustery dog walks, quiet typing to twee music.

Think January tour is off due to various band members' financial woes. Blech. Maybe in the spring. Should set up some more shows anyway, hm.

Watching a documentary about Veit Harlan, making me want to make movies, strange.

Took T. to the airport through some pretty apocalyptic weather, bit surprised we weren't blown under a semi or some such.

L. got me chocolates, I got her some Brazilian psychedelia, happy happy, happy hanukkah, xappy xanuxxax, zappy xanax, etc., etc.

Anyway, wishing I were in pictures, that I could turn into pictures, all the words, well, genug iz genug.

Made chicken fricassee served over buttered egg noodles in honor of our first accumulating snow, sort of anyway, spent much of the earlier part of the day with my mind oscillating between work, something rich & savory to serve over egg noodles, and the apparent likelihood of snow despite its total absence from the weather forecast. It all came together nicely.

Nice visit with the kid, we got him a good way along on his college applications, weird, right? L. took him back to his island this AM, took the new car, safety first.

Never enough noodles.

Coffee, Macy's parade. Been a hectic week, T from airport Tuesday, kid from Bridgeport ferry yesterday.

Spent last night in a bit of a fog, made nachos.

Currently, line dancers/cheerleaders are entertaining the multitudes to the strains of "Cotton Eyed Joe", the Rednex version, yep.

Peretz has finally settled in on the couch, awaits the Snoopy balloon with an affected nonchalance.

Just fixed broken stove burner by removing piece of popcorn which had somehow flown into tiny metal tube between burner and igniter, doesn't seem physically possible, but there it was.

Yesterday, neighborhood kid offered to rake up our yard for ten dollars, did a fine job, knew those neighborhood kids had to be good for something.

Playing with Hulu Plus, so far, only good thing about it is that it will play a whole series without human interaction, that said, I fell asleep on the couch watching cartoons & woke to a crashed Roku.

Been talking tour plans with band, hope it comes together.

Second rock show in as many nights, en route a young buck leapt across my path, wet & drizzly, happy for fog lights.

Slowly getting into the swing of these English composition tutorials, full of bad advice.

Last night, Jewish food week continued with kasha varnishkas, between the kugel and the kasha, ate a bunch of bagels and bialys. Think I'm boring the missus. Oh, well. Maybe I should make some corned beef or something.

Decided Friday I needed to go out & take some photos, so, at L's instigation, we headed out to Natural Bridge State Park yesterday, really lovely marble quarry, crazy light. Found a farm store I didn't know about on the way out, decent pie, have frozen pizzas from Zuppardi's, honey crisps, awesome. Would like to be touring about the countryside, finding more stuff like that & writing about it properly.

Heard earlier in the week from my friend Chris that their dog Cecil had died, sad, about the same age as Peretz, gives me the willies. Amazing little American Gentleman, would leap from a bed onto Chris's back and run up to his shoulder for a treat in his younger days. Smelled terrible.

Working on some English composition tutorials, they give some really terrible advice on rewriting sentences, dogmatic, no sense of style, happy to destroy sense. For the Canadians, sigh.

Even aside from the photos, been trying to make myself use computers & networks for stuff besides work more, working on a new website, soon it will be winter.

Happy Armistice Day, celebrating 92 years without any more WW I.

Went to the shop for kibble, lots of old guys in military uniforms, navy caps, etc. Poor old guys, hope they're OK.

Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand & frown, Peretz says.

Last night, went to see a Sublime Frequencies film in progress about music in Niger, some strong stuff, made me feel a little lightheaded. Before that, made a noodle kugel, also baked some drumsticks marinated in a curry marinade, breaded with panko, pretty yummy.

Also, I'm a little dog dressed up like a reindeer.

Dark by five, delightful. This AM, amusing post DST confusion as I wondered why it seemed like I'd been doing something for an hour when the wall clock indicated it had been two.

Making chili, will be a while yet. L's making a strawberry cake.

Went & observed solar powered/controlled sound installation in Turners earlier, pleasant, chilly, b flat.

Chilly floors make chilly feet.

OK, rainy day, Vashti Bunyan, settling into work. Cold, snow soon.

Playing a show later, little dog dressed up like a reindeer, kappa, chi kind of joint. Halloween turns blurrily into xmas. At a birthday party. Considered bringing giant bag of McDonald's cheeseburgers. Not going to, peer pressure.

Chilly fingers.