I had the loveliest of weekends with my amazing and wonderful girlfriend ninafarina and Li'l' Duce, relaxing in a remote cabin up at Fenske Lake near the Boundary Waters. Loons called, and I mean that in a literal way. Gifted I was, with a couple of books -- one preparatory to our move to L.A., and one which taught me how to mix a wide variety of martinis. The latter one I read first, because sure, moving across country to a huge metropolis and starting life all over again for the second time in a year, that's big, but I really like drinking. Life is upsy sometimes, and at other times it is daisy, but don't ever let me get away with saying I don't have it good.
A full plate of writing, errands and general busy beaverishness is ahead of me, so I won't spoil it by dicking around further. I welcome your snotty comments about how old and pathetic I am, and in lieu of gifts, I accept cash and the willingness to be one of my small but growing number of unpaid minions.