The show at the newman gallery went really nicely. it was packed with a couple hundred people.
Bill Guarnere's photo looked great on the wall at 20x30--then
We went to Abysinnia and had the awesome bean soup which I cannot live without, watched the last part of "To the Ends of the World" -- which was okay....
Trill woke up sick as a dog this morning. Occasionally, she'll roll over and make a gasping sound and I'll say "would you like me to make you some breakfast?" to which she'll make a horrified face, gasp "Breakfast?! How can you be so cruel?!", barf, and faint off into unconsciousness.
So I'm just sitting here writing book proposals.