I’m back after being sick for several days. Actually, I was already coming down with the symptoms by Monday afternoon thanks to the rain and participation in the great Apple event on Sunday; hey, I won $100 worth of gasoline for my agony.
Anyway, while ill, I tend not to write but I do think of ideas for more stories. The only one I’m bummed over missing was pre-planned, a nostalgic memory about my first Peter Murphy concert. Critics may call him a Goth-Bowie-Wannabe yet I doubt they’ve really seen him perform. He really has a set of lungs so what he records, he can actually do without technical assistance. The other amazing thing about Peter is his presence. On stage, he contorts, moves and dances as if he’s seven feet tall. In reality, he’s only 5′ 7″ according to someone who got his autograph.
The naming contest for our new cat/kitten is progressing. Three posts and I received one by phone which I will have to post for Nelson. I have also thought of another after watching Monsters, Inc. while I was recovering.
Other news happened while I was incommunicado. Some may make it, the rest, probably won’t because their timeliness has passed.
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