If You're Gonna Spew, Spew Into This

So I've decided not to bother calling any of my friends who might otherwise be subjected to this mindless babble-- instead, I shall blah-blah-blah here (captive audience??)-- hi, Vanessa-- the only person who reads this. :)

Went home this weekend. E theme: various schtuff with E (the man whose name rhymes with JELIOT, despite the fact that he protests the naming of this entity)-- including "Superman" and dinner with Tom & Ann, coffeE with LindsEy, and breakfast with Grandma Eileen. These were the high points. The in-between/weird points were as follows: 1. while running con mi madre, Ana, I had the distinct sensation of being mirrored-- she was wearing some of my old running clothes-- and as it turns out, we have the same damn form-- mother & daughter or cousins-- identical cousins (Kathy & Patty Duke, if you will)?? 2. The bad news: I bit it (hard) on another run-- surprise! The good news: Grandma E was quite impressed by E (of JELIOT)'s concern over the state of my hands/knees upon my return home (as I had tried not to bleed all over my car while driving and eagerly awaited the profane--yes, profane-- sympathy of The Family).

That's about all I have for the time being. Hamish is still a bastard (but precious nonetheless)-- although I did not let him lick my wounds as dogs' tongues ARE NOT ANTISEPTIC, much to the disbelief of certain members of JELIOT. Kittay pawed at my face while I tried to sleep, but she also participated in a wonderful call-and-response song with me. Satisfied, all in all.