Sometimes I wear my slippers on the beach

Whoa, wierd. Totally forgot I had this thing.

Update:

We put Woody to sleep. Animals need to not ever die. I sometimes forget they probably don't have souls and then when it comes to the end of their lives, I realize--saying goodbye to animals might be tougher than saying goodbye to (some) humans, cause you're not guarenteed to see them again. Ever.

At the same time, it's not like we're for sure going to see humans either.

Dumb. Done thinking about death for now. Let's think about today.

Postcards have been arriving in the mail from Zak's African adventures. For those of you who were wondering, he's still alive. For those of you who weren't wondering: I admire your faith in humanity. I keep worrying he's going to get bitten by some rabid bug and come home infected with an incurable disease.  And then instead of being a writer, I'd go to med school and find the cure. Happily ever after.

In other news, I worked at Canyon's triathalon this morning; found myself incapable of spelling, counting, giving change, or reciting the alphabet in order; watched wrinkled men in speedos come galloping across the finish line and demand the removal of their racetags from where they'd stored it on their unmentionables; chatted with friends. All-in-all, a warm day (105 degrees) and I'm only slightly cranky from the 5:30am wakeup call required to get us out to Castaic on time.

Hugs