When the dog bites, when the bee stings

• new earplugs (NRR 32!), a giant box with 80 squishy foam pairs in two colors: Disney purple and construction worker orange
• waking from a dream and realizing that my dog hadn't actually turned into a housefly and died on his back with his legs quivering
• recovering from a long late night episode of scrambled brains
• reading Heck Superhero in less than a day, between things
• 45 minutes of phone time with a friend in Boston, talking over a creative project in the works
• new software and gadgets amassed through the week: a shotgun mic (finally!), two other mics on loan from a kind friend, JK Audio Inline Patch, a new hard drive to store our growing collection of video footage, Final Cut Express, a new camera bag—where is all of this leading?
• the effect of a nap and a hot shower on rot gut-level fatigue
• a husband who endures with me through the hard stuff
• stretchy clothes
• walking to Guru's for supper
• sharing a meal in the sun on the lawn of the Tabernacle
• a cool sax and a jazz singer outside the gelato shoppe covering "My Funny Valentine"
• the First Friday gallery stroll on the most perfect September evening
• sharing the last piece of cheesecake in the Coleman Gallery
• Raquel's artwork—wet and terrific!—and oh, to buy a Phoenix . . .
• Coal Umbrella, my beloved and drafty apartment of yesteryear (in its pre-jacuzzi days, for those of you like Raquel who might wonder) turned totally charming hipster boutique
• watching the second half of The Sound of Music with Rob and loving it
• an appointment with Patrick on Tuesday (finally, finally we will meet beneath the shears)