An Evening With Jonathan Leibowitz
Oh, man. I gotta say, the last few days have just been beating me with heavy sticks all around the head and shoulders. Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Lisa's got herself smited by a healthy dose of allergies. Afrin and Claritin, those wonders of the modern medical age, help a bit, but only just. As for the boy, he is boyish and exuberant and we wouldn't have it any other way, but man alive.
On the bright side, as far as things to look forward to go, we got a pair of tickets to see Jon Stewart in our local venue next month (a date! out! on a Saturday night!). We're quite pleased, although we're not quite sure what Mr. Stewart will be doing to earn his fee. Possibly reading from the local phone book. That's always good for a laugh.
Many words have been written in the last week. For those of you counting along, that would be:
- Monday: 128
- Tuesday: 137
- Wednesday: 179
- Thursday: 200ish, on a completely different story that I don't have on hand. Honest!
- Friday: 157
- Saturday: 245
- Sunday: 167
Reading: After finishing the lovely T.A. Pratt's lovely Poison Sleep (excellent! gimme the next one already!), I'm now starting on John Crowley's Little, Big.