Big shout out to Glen, who has the Buddha nature
and Katie, who is trying to finish her English course and is having a bit of a hard time
and Robin and Cari, who used to threaten to kill Katie but have since decided to go to Katie’s school and are apparently straightening out their lives, which I have to assume is true since I have actually seen them and invited them into my house to clean their shoes off and they appear to not be threatening and at least one of them has put on weight, which is a good sign in some circumstances
and my Dad, for holding up his corner of the edifice of society, sometimes at extreme personal cost
and my Mom, whose dental surgery stitches come out on Wednesday
and my boss, for frequently acting like the only sane adult within earshot
and Keith, for being consistently entertaining and for COFFEE
and Paul, who is being extra snuggly
and Tori for her amazing art
and Mike, for being Mike (I don’t have the vocabulary to list all the reasons)
and Brother James for the phone which is working great, thanks
and John for his reading from Neal Stephenson’s doorstopper last night (the scene from the carriage ride in the snow, if anybody cares)
and Tom and Peggy of COURSE
and Brooke for offering the loan of sundry DVD’s
and our across the alley neighbours for being such a delight
and the rosemary bush out front, which is turning into a household god; what else blooms in January? And the blooms are such a pretty colour.
In a reverie between bouts of sleep Londo and Sarah Michelle Gellar meet on Babylon 5 and Londo congratulates her as if she’s Buffy, and she leans forward very annoyed and says “My name is Sarah Michelle Gellar” and Londo says, “Yes, and you’re married to Freddie Prinze Jr; I’ll be polite and not mention the divorce. My dear lady, we are all actors. Right now, you’re a human being offended at being mistaken for an actor. Believe me, it could be worse…”
Then I said I can hardly wait for bike and spuffy to do the wild thing, and realized I’m probably still too tired to talk.
