Well, dear readers, this week has flown by, like a gazelle doing the peppermint twist whilst chewing spearmint gum. So, let’s get right to it, shall we, because tempus fugit, as the old song goes. Yesterday was another short day, due to sleeping almost eleven hours. I got up at two, answered a plethora of e-mails, had to do some work involving getting rid of some excess Kritzerland print that we have no need of ever again, then I shaved and showered and got ready for dinner with the Pearls. It was pouring rain outside, with thunder and lightning and at four-thirty Barry Pearl called and it was hailing where he lives, so we decided it was far too dangerous to drive and rescheduled our meal for next Wednesday. Of course, by six it was all over, but that’s how it goes, sometimes. So, I ordered a chopped Eyetalian salad from CPK using my 50% off coupon (I have one left), that arrived, and I ate it. I always get two dressings, but the last two times the dressing cups have only been half full and that doesn’t dress the entire salad, which is infuriating for those of us who do not care for nudity in our salads. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched some Jack Benny specials – hilarious, as always. I also watched some pit maneuver videos. Then it was time for the state of the union address, so I got dressed and gave my own state of the union address right here in the home environment. It was quite a stirring address, filled with rousing sentiments like “I need a damn modern major miracle right about now and frankly I could use two.” Wasn’t that a rousing sentiment? I promised free hard candies to anyone who visited and free soft candies for anyone who didn’t visit. I said we must persevere and be strong, not necessarily in that order, I said we must climb every mountain and ford every stream or, in my case, Mercedes every stream. I said loudly that when you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark. I ended with another rousing sentiment, “What is it, fish?” Then of course, we had to have the rebuttal, the state of the onion address. Frankly, the state of the onion rebuttal smelled – it was too choppy and too many words were minced. You know, if anyone has any idea of what the HELL I’m talking about, please keep it to yourself because I must keep writing until this page of words is full, which will happen any minute now.
There, that was exhilarating in a soporific way. Then it was back to the couch like so much fish, to continue watching useless stuff on the Tube of You, but I kept dozing off, and suddenly it was time to hurry and write these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up by ten-thirty, I have an eleven o’clock call with the publisher, I hope to get them everything by Monday, and then things should move along from there. I’m hoping to have what will be the final design galley back at some point today, and then I just have to make sure that all the corrections have been done correctly, and that all chapters start on the correct pages and all spacing is correct. It looks like the book will be around 330 pages or thereabouts. I’ll probably use the last of the 50% off coupons for food, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow and Sunday will be ME days, I’m thinking. I do have a piano player coming tomorrow, someone who’s a potential player for Kritzerland shows, should we find a nice venue for us. Next week will be a lot of writing, some meetings, some meals, because tempus fugit and before you know it, this month will be half through.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten-thirty, have a call with the publisher, eat, hopefully get the final design galley back and hopefully approve it and get those files, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray/streaming player? I’ll start – CD, it depends. Blu-ray, maybe some Billy Wilder movies. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, so I can get a good night’s beauty sleep and get up ready to get crackin’ because tempus fugit, dear readers, tempus fugit.