I'm sitting in Camille's Sidewalk Cafe in Studio City, after paying $4 for a bad smoothie and an extra dollar for a mediocre chocolate chip cookie so I could legally use my ATM card for a purchase of at least $5.oo. Oh, well, it's still cheaper than the $7 T-mobile asks for at the airport if you desire to tenderly touch the internet's cruel, sleeping beast-head.
I was doing other slightly important things on the computer before I checked the excellent blogs of my excellent friends and family. Then I remembered my own blog and felt chagrined. Three months since the last post? Really? Life's regular chores can be insurmountable Everests for me sometimes, but since when is a blog considered a toughie? Sadly, I have lots to say about the intervening months of my life, but my 1 hour parking limit is up in five minutes. So, this post is just to have another post. Cleansing the palette for the umami that is to come.