Well, dear readers, the celebratory dinner was celebratory and just what the doctor ordered. Actually, I have no idea what the doctor ordered but I do know what I ordered. The celebratory dinner was at the Smoke House, as if that’s a surprise. The Wednesday special is always fish and chips, seven bucks cheaper than usual – so, that’s that I had along with a cup of clam chowder. My meal partner, one Marshall Harvey, had a filet mignon, baked potato, and a cup of clam chowder. I gave him a sneak peek at the cover of the new book, and he really liked it. Both of us were too damn full to have dessert. Once home from that event, I proofed some more, watched some YouTube videos, then proofed some more and will, in fact, proof some more after posting these here notes. Speaking of these here notes, what if Rodgers and Hart had written these here notes. And it might go something like this.
My funny BK’s Notes,
Two decades, BK’s Notes,
And yet they’re always the same.
Some say they’re affable,
Some say they’re laughable,
Some say they’re dopey and they’re lame.
There’s “Like so much fish” each day,
Many posts along the way,
You might think these notes are gay,
And they are.
But
Don’t change a single word,
There’s none we haven’t heard,
Stay, little BK’s Notes, stay.
Each day is Ask BK day.
Or
It seems I’ve read these notes a million times,
The same jokes, the same lines, that we’ll hear again,
And we know exactly where and when.
The Randy Vicar tales are getting stale,
And “hit the road to dreamland” chimes like old Big Ben
And we know exactly where and when.
When things are better left unstated
He’ll state them time and time again.
And so, it seems it’s been a million times,
A million posts,
A million words,
And we know where and when!
That Rodgers and Hart sure were wry. Anyway, to encapsulate the rest of the day – maybe four hours of sleep, up proofing, back to sleep for four more hours, then the rest you know.
Today, I will hopefully arise after a good night’s sleep, and I’ll continue proofing until I’m through, send the book off to the proper proofers to do their thing, eat, and then at some point, watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I have a blood test to have at one-thirty, otherwise it’ll be a ME day. Then I begin prepping Drat! The Cat!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, hopefully arise after a good night’s sleep, proof until I’m through, send the book to the proper proofers, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Rodgers and Hart songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had a lovely celebratory meal.