I live a life blessedly free of headaches, by and large. The down side of this is that when they do come a-knocking, I’m a real baby about them. Well, there went Saturday, whoosh, down the hurty drain. Not like I had anything to DO yesterday, or anything.
Off to see the ‘rents for an Upper West Side brunch with Happy Birthday Bro’ Ethan and his VSOJ, who recently became a fiancée, and little nephew Eli, who apparently has been moved to speech since I saw him last. When last we talked, his preferred mode of communication was humming, and we had a long conversation that way. Shoes, ships, sealing wax, all the big issues. Mmmm, mmm, mmm-mmm, mmmm.