Last night I made broiled catfish with lime juice and tarragon. With steamed carrots and peas. Andy liked it. Then we had an evening of “doing our own thing.” Andy fiddled with his laptop, listened to Patti Smith and New Order; I fiddled with my computer, listened to Rotary Connection and read. I tried my hand at a poem. It sucked. Actually, I think I came up with about five good words in there somewhere. Sometimes that’s all you can expect. Earlier in the evening I received a call from MoveOn.org and, much to my own surprise, I agreed to volunteer at their Chicago call center next Thursday for two hours.

Today I would prefer not to be at work. I would prefer wake-and-bake. I bought my grandmother a one-pound box of chocolates for her birthday. It’s Pay Day; but I get direct deposit anyway. I just noticed that Jackie Earle Haley, who played the annoying child actor in The Day of the Locust, is also in the new film Little Children.