A good chunk of Sunday is dedicated to email, I’ve decided. I had two friends mail me today asking if I was OK because they hadn’t heard from me in a bit. I need to be a tad more attentive, I guess. But for some reason, I’ve been even worse than usual with the electronic correspondence lately…
For the record, I’m fine, thanks. Had birthday dinners with Dan on Thursday (his official gathering) and Friday (his actual birthday). Jamie came over tonight for pizza and Earthquake (we cheered when Charlton Heston was swept away to his death). And I still may make a quickie road trip to Sacramento tomorrow, assuming I get an early enough start. It’s only supposed to be 81 there; this may be the best time all summer to do it…
Now, however, I’m gonna sleep. It’s rather comforting to know that people would clue in pretty quickly if something horrible ever happened to me…
