Monday

No sleep last because of yesterday's adventures
Chamber Music Society luncheon.
Talked to some nice people.
Listened to R.M. Campbell.
He writes for the P.I.
His vocation seems to be fading away.

Soon all that will be left for me will be the cartoons, the crosswords and the horoscope.

Which won't be too different for my usual morning bowl of Cheerios™ ritual.

And you dearhearts.


Wish I'd actually been there accompanying my minimally animated corpse.
All that seems to have filtered through the fog of my diminished awareness was that the ARTS seem to be growing steadily as they die.

Good food. Salmon, Strawberry shortcake.

I drank no wine because.

I'm still tired, recovering, et cetera.

Tomorrow, it's

Larry Karesh and Dawn Clement

@

Nonsequitur & Chapel Performance Space
Good Shepherd Center 4649 Sunnyside Ave. N, Seattle
Good Shepard Chapel

Eight O'Clock

Wake me up when you get there.

Heres to the hithering thithering waters of...

Night.