Well, not really.

But I’m trying.

It’s still windy here and now it’s cold and grey again.

And when I came back upstairs from the 2-hour breakfast routine this morning, I discovered that some of my cats had relieved me of that awful burden of having that really beautiful Ten Commandments scroll hanging on the wall over my bed!!!

The scroll itself is fine, but the really cool scroll hanger that I’d bought for it is now useless. So I gave up and put the scroll away in a drawer. (But only after shouting at the top of my voice: “You fucking fuckers! Why can’t you fucking leave my fucking stuff alone??!!“)

THEM (staring blankly at me, blinking): No reply. (The f-word does not phase them, no matter how many times I am capable of using it in a sentence.)

However.

I guess me and the Ten Commandments are sort of dicey anyway. There were only about half that I was ever any good at keeping. (And the half that I broke, I really excelled at breaking.)

But at least I have another day off today, and I did indeed finish the final edit of the proof of The Curse of Our Profound Disorder yesterday (and the publisher did a beautiful job, the formatting is really nice).

And I did get to take a quick walk yesterday — it was in the low 80s Fahrenheit and sunny — but super-duper windy, so I didn’t last long.

But anyway, today is wide open for working on completing the short story. So I’m going to focus on that, not on the weather.

AND — I went to pick up a registered letter at the post office just now, and in it was a very nice & unexpected Easter gift from my first husband out in Seattle. I put it right into my “going to NYC” stash. And now, suddenly, I have enough money to go to New York. So cool. He is an incredibly generous human being.

And as an aside– in a couple of weeks, it will be the 45th (!!) anniversary of our marriage at City Hall in downtown Manhattan.

45 years, gang. And even though we’ve been divorced since 1990, we still email each other on the anniversary date — lots of silly emojis, etc.

A photo Chong took of me in our apartment on W.45th and 8th Ave. I’m 21:

Our first Christmas together!! Sort of symbolic of how we usually looked together — I drank copiously, he did not:

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Okay!

Not too many “here’s this’s” today, but–

Here’s this!

The Rolling Stones in London for the release of their album Dirty Work, 1986!

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And here’s this!

Also in 1986, but in Berlin —

Nick Cave looking, I don’t know, green-yellowish?

And Nick Cave just sent out a Red Hand File, stating that he’s taking a rest because he is sick. You can read it here.

(Apparently, he even wears a suit when he’s home sick in bed):

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And that is it!

I gotta get started on the short story here.

Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!! (And get well soon, if you are feeling under the weather!!)

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys.

See ya!

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Let’s leave with this!

This song came on the radio one afternoon, when Chong and I were sitting in the living room of our apartment in the Camelot building. We’d been married maybe a year by then.

I don’t remember what we were talking about, but he lit a cigarette and I said, “You smoke too much.” And he turned up the volume on the radio as this song came on, and said: “Here, this is for you.”

We laughed so hard over that!

Anyway. Enjoy, gang.