by I’m struggling with a section that shouldn’t be so hard, but it is. My response? Goof off. I read an interesting but morbid article about what is being revealed as the Andes melt. Next I’m going to watch a PBS documentary about the 1918 flu epidemic. Yeah, I’m definitely on a morbid streak this morning. Maybe it’s Jack Lalanne dying.
I’m trying to write a short piece about Frank Damrosch. Anyone with good Frank Damrosch stories, please email me. I’m looking at you Juilliard graduates.
Here’s Buddy. Who has cancer (in keeping with the morbid theme). He’s fine though. For now.
Shexy Kitteh! Buddy reminds me soo much of my boy, Suibhne.. except Suibhne would be meowing at me to sit down, he needs to lap…
Did I ever tell you how much I love your rug! And speaking of TV shows ending, you realize what moving Fringe to Friday nights means don’t you? I don’t have a good feeling at all about that.
Jack was’nt suppose to die. I feel so let down.
Yeah, Jack was so not supposed to die, ever.
Betsy, thank you. And now, I don’t know what that means!
Karen, Buddy only recently has turned into a lap cat. For years, he just wanted to sit or lie next to me, but now almost once a day, he spends some time curled up in my lap.
Moving to Fridays is usually a death knell for a show. I just read an article about it though and apparently the show maintained it’s usual numbers so that’s a good thing. Keep your fingers crossed!
More Fringe tonight!!