Dammit, Patrick can’t make it. Issues involving cars, money, and an incorrect SS# on his tax return have conspired to keep him in New Orleans. Pook.
But Max really liked “Icarus Exult,” the piece I wrote for his theater company. He says he’s already got it incorporated into the program book. Going to see if I can get him to autograph the contrib. copy he’s going to send me.
And Hobkin has been totally cool with having unfamiliar people in his territory. Haven’t had to dope him up with Rescue Remedy or anything! He curled up for a long nap in dude_the‘s lap, even staying asleep during a relocation from computer chair to couch. Although calling either dude_the, or Kristin for that matter, “unfamiliar people” is a bit of a stretch as he’s seen more of them than anyone else aside from Matthew and me, and his godmother. It’s all good.
Today: vicarious enjoyment of a ritualistic sporting event punctuated by mildly alcoholic beverages and high-salt/high-grease foodlike products. Rah!