Reading Roy Fuller ... every other poem's a sonnet.
Discovered the tickle spots on Otty that give him guitar leg.
Have observed, with a smile, that we sound just like our new neighbors who talk in that baby talk to their toddlers. "Good, Otty. Who went pee pee? Good puppy".
Saw a CCR tribute band in downtown Akron Friday night. They did both rain songs. Manthing was happy. Wish there had been more than Budweiser to drink. How $#@$$ sad.
Am likely to hear about a full time job tomorrow.
Feel like I am running out of code names for my wife, Rennie.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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