by I’m meeting Howard later for Thanksgiving food and tv, but I forget about food for now. I have to eat now and I’ve got nothing. Plus, the pumpkin pie I treated myself to is awful. It’s soggy and undercooked. I want to return it, but I’m not sure I have the nerve, plus the store is probably not open. Whatever I decide, I still have to go out there and get food. I want pizza. Thanksgiving pizza. That reminds me, I keep meaning to make movies out there, but I forget. I thought movies of the neighborhood and New York might be a nice change from pictures.
In the meantime, here’s yet another cat shot. (What can I say?? They’re right there. All the time.) This is Finney peeking around the computer screen. He was obviously looking at my reflection and not me.
