In The Family
Saturday. OK, the car is whole again. In my what now seems a mad rush to get the window repaired yesterday I neglected to shoot a picture of the damage. I could have taken at least one in the garage when I got home if not on the street at scene of the crime half twisted on Guinness. On the dark street half twisted as I was on Guinness.
Are we making little excuses for our own little self? Half twisted on Guinness?”
We are amused we didn't take no stinkin’ photograph.
The sky overcast, still quite a bit of smoke in the air from what the papers are saying, my air filter humming now in the bedroom for the last forty-eight hours. Do I really feel I've felt the pollution? You can see it up low in the clouds, but actually feel it? Maybe yes, maybe no. I've had the windows right above my bed open all night for these last few overly warm nights, closing them two nights ago when I turned on the air filter, and noticed in the mornings my lungs were congested and remained congested for perhaps an hour before clearing. Probably not smoke in the air, more likely smoke in the brain, but what the hell: close the windows, turn on the air filter, that's what I said I'd bought it for during a time I was actively investigating other possibilities for where this sinus-head thing might be coming from.
But I digress. An early morning breakfast at the usual café, back now at the computer, Ms. Emmy fast asleep in the bedroom, the head feeling not so bad after what turned out to be a long day yesterday waiting on the car. A quick check going through the contents of the glove compartment just now confirming none of the necessary documents are missing. Life appears back on track.
Toot the horn for the kid!
Oh. Jon and Ann's son Scott (who's photo has appeared in one or two places here over these last many years) has landed his first television gig on an episode of Scrubs that will air in December playing an intern who goes to a “roast” dressed exactly like Ken Jenkins’ character Dr. Kelso. I don't know anything about Scrubs as one would expect of someone who knows little to nothing about so many things, but I'm wishing him well down there in the devil's playground. My, my, another actor in the family.