What I’m listening to: A new Mad Mix I’m finishing up.
What I’m watching: Shopgirl, which felt like Steve Martin’s poor attempt at being LA’s Woody Allen.
What I’m drinking: Death’s Door Gin & Q-Tonic
What Rufus & Otis are up to: Well, Rufus is celebrating his second anniversary in our home today, but Otis got a little too aggressive with a neighbor’s dog a few days ago and nipped the poor guy on the foreleg. That said, I warned the owner around a million times that Otis isn’t good around smaller dogs, and that it wasn’t a good idea for her to bring her pup over. No harm done (her dog has really thick, curly fur that kinda protected it), and she was the one apologizing. Also:
Where I’m going: Nowhere, although I’ve got a court appearance this Wednesday as part of the never-ending process of recovering the vet fees that resulted from Rufus’ attack lat May.
What I’m happy about: Two years of Ru without rue. Also, it’s my mom’s [cough, cough]th birthday! Congrats!
What I’m sad about: Amy won the rodering battle at her birthday dinner at Marea on Saturday night, with her Baccala antipasti. Who new salt cod, polenta and beets would whup everything else on the menu (except for the Ricci, of course).
What I’m worried about: How I’ll deal with the fact that I didn’t win an Oscar before turning 40.
What I’m pondering: What I should be doing with my reading and writing. I kinda want to write a long-form essay that would require 10 tons of reading and work, and I can’t imagine any sorta market for it.