What I’m reading: Plutarch’s life of Coriolanus, which makes me wonder how good Shakespeare’s play
What I’m listening to: Joe Jackson’s Night and Day
What I’m watching: You Don’t Mess With The Zohan, 8 1/2 and M*A*S*H. Yes, I’m all over the place.
What I’m drinking: Plymouth & Q Tonic.
What Rufus is up to: Getting his leg stitched up last Tuesday, having a great folllowup on Friday, making weekend appearances at our local farmers market and our greyhound hike, and inspiring a Philadelphia-based work-related pal to adopt a greyhound! It’s been a busy week!
Where I’m going: Nowhere. See above.
What I’m happy about: Seeing my first Fellini flick and reveling in the gorgeous compositions and the gorgeouser women.
What I’m sad about: That Amy was away this weekend, visiting her family. I wasn’t sad that she was visiting the family, but my anxiety level over taking care of Rufus solo — especially now that he’s going bandageless and I have to pay that much more attention to make sure he doesn’t try to chew his wounds and break his stitches — left me pretty debilitated by Saturday night. And taking him along to Newark Airport to pick up Amy on Sunday wasn’t exactly a picnic, but I couldn’t really leave him alone for 2 hours, even with a muzzle, BiteNot collar, hip-wader, etc. I’d have spent the entire time worried that I’d be coming home to a dog who’d managed to tear up all the hard work the vets have done. Oy. I know this isn’t as stressful as having responsibility for a kid, but it’s still pretty exhausting.
What I’m worried about: Getting my Top Companies profiles written for the July/August ish.
What I’m pondering: Whether any man his age has hair that rivals that of Bjorn Borg.