not much to report

Sinatra under siege.

World’s cutest seal pup (think Pharos.)

I wrote about a hundred words yesterday.

I mostly concentrated on interviewing the candidate for GP (she passed…. she’s my age and she understands about pubic symphysis pain,  yo.)

I looked up yo.  It was popularized in American culture when blacks and Italians mingled in Philadelphia neighbourhoods. It is turning into a singular gender neutral pronoun in Baltimore. “Yo laughed” “I called yo”.

I use it at the end of sentences like the character Jesse in Breaking Bad, or to respond when my name is called, or very occasionally to call attention, “Yo, Paul!”

I am feeling sickly amidships.  It’s painful and really distracting from writing. Yo.