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Updated: 04/22/02

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Monday, 22 April, 2002

Spent a quiet day with Alien yesterday. It was cloudy and cool, so we stayed inside and watched "A Passage to India" on DVD. Finally. It's been sitting there for months and I haven't been in the mood to watch it. I feel that I am now a "better person" for having seen this classic, but I can't say it was "fun."

I also finished reading "Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove." Very funny, although I thought the ending was a bit flat compared to the rest. I do like his style, so I shall be on the lookout for other Christopher Moore books.

In the afternoon I went over to the warehouse to go over some stuff with Richard. I have to organize some finances for the project while I'm away. Hopefully it will look radically different than it does right now. They have an aggressive schedule planned.

We went to one of the new restaurants - North Third - in the neighborhood to grab something for dinner. It was nice - a cute bar, good menu, big portions. I had buttermilk fried chicken and Richard had the hot roast beef sandwich - both were huge. It's only a block and a half from THE HOUSE.

I am scurrying around at work today, trying to get all the ducks in line before I leave. So far, so good.

Tonight, I will take Alien to the vet. My friend Keith called to give me support and Maura said I can call and "boo hoo" if I need to. Jennifer is going to come with me and then I'll give her a ride home. It will be nice to get out of town for a bit tonight as it will be hard to come home without my friend.

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Quote du jour:

"I love cats because I enjoy my home;
and little by little, they become its visible soul."

--Jean Cocteau

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