Stacy Horn

I took this down in Durham. Did you know the things that fries from Burger King come in are called “Frypods?”  Good lord.

I’m taking Buddy back to the vet this morning to see if he’s gained weight, but I’m afraid he hasn’t. Maybe he looks the tiniest bit heavier to me, but I’m not convinced, really. Oh please let him be heavier. Finney is getting gigantic, however. I’ve put more food out in the hopes of fattening up Buddy and it’s working on Finney, who doesn’t need it.

Plan for the day:

– vet

– exercise

– meditate

– interview someone for an article I’m working on

– practice the choir-ass-kicking Missa Solemnis.

That was not a complaint, I want people to email me.  I appreciate the feedback, tips, stories, pointers to interesting research and so forth.  But I got a huge wave of it and it took some time to catch up!

My friend John sent me a picture of my book on the table of a Barnes & Noble in Colorado.  That was fun to get, I have to say.  Just seeing how something I do over here ends up over there.

Don’t miss this.  I’m kicking myself for missing the first installment.  It’s this coming up Sunday, March 29th, 3pm, at Dixon Place, 161 Chrystie Street. Change is good, but there are some things worth keeping.

For tickets: www.dixonplace.org, or 212 219-0736.

I am absolutely positively taking today off.  For real.  I mean it.  I’m just going to do my daily exercises (since I missed four days in a row!) and then I’m going to go out and get food and hole up and catch up on TV and a month’s worth of People Magazines.

Mainly, I’m not going to think of how behind I am in my email.

We were all curled up together when something got their attention at the bottom of the couch. Never a comforting thing to see them do.  (I always think “spider.”)