I've just written an obscene amount of checks to pay Kritzerland bills, but that's done, with only a few more coming this year. I've been to the bank, and then I had a call from Nick Redman reminding me we were supping this evening at Genghis Cohen - glad he called because I had completely forgotten. It's a late birthday dinner, and I can't wait to have my orange chicken and green beans and maybe the sole - we'll all share everything, of course. Rain seems to have abated for the moment, and I'm waiting to hear from a local dealer whether I should drive over to him and deliver a big box o' CDs and get the dough for same, which I could use given the obscene check writing of earlier this day.