Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Wednesday 081308

Day whatever of being sick. I talked to JodyO last night who said there's a worse version of it circulating the Museum. No thank you. Woke up stuffy and couldn't get warm. Now a little head achy and nose and tired. It will pass eventually. I'm drowning it in tea.

Work: fine tuned the SAC spreadsheets. We're having a person come in from the company who produces the database/ticketing software tomorrow. All day training. I have to remember to get here at 8.

Reading: A PINCH OF SNUFF by Reginald Hill. The language is lovely. Must finish it tonight somehow because it's due tomorrow. Did I ever do a blurb on it? Just in case, here it is:

Love, or at least pornography, are for sale at the arty Calliope Kinema Club on posh, proper Wilkinson Square. According to Yorkshire police superintendent Dalziel, it's all legal. Detective Peter Pascoe, however, doesn't believe it. His dentist, who knows real broken teeth and blood when he sees them, insists that the pretty actress wasn't playing a part when it happened. But the action that puts Pascoe into the picture is homicide. The sudden death of the Calliope's proprietor soon turns a sleazy sex flick into serious police business. And now Dalziel and Pascoe are looking into the all-too-human desire for pain, pleasure...and murder.

TV: None that I'm aware of.

It was nice out last evening. Tug and I sat on the deck for a bit. There was a strange sound coming from the tree next door, kinda like a woodpecker only not as tappy. I couldn't see anything though. I was reading my WSJ when JodyO called and that took a while. Lights turned out by just before 10 and slept for maybe an hour when Steve came to bed and Tug decided it was time to chew his bone. Steve gets bothered by this quickly so I moved to the couch to have Tug follow. By 12:30 I took it away from Tug; it was driving me crazy. Poor thing. I do love to be with the dog in the mornings; he's a tired cuddler.

It would be nice to get to Alltel today to get connected for the laptop. I stopped by last night and they were overwhelmed with people and shorthanded; I left. They're open until 7 so maybe I could walk Tug after work and then get over there when it is hopefully quieter.

More later.....

Later....Holy Schmoley I had lunch today with a friend of mine from ages ago, Sheila K Chinn. She was in town visiting her mom. I saw her last year at her dad's funeral but before that it had been ten years. It was a great visit. We lunched at Pug's -- been a long time since I'd been there as well -- and shared photos of our pets and talked of people we knew and what we'd been doing. There wasn't time last year to chat so this was nice. She's heading back to San Diego tomorrow. It's amazing that it's been 20 years since we shared an apartment and did shows. Where does it go?

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster

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