-- Friday, March 3, 2000 --

4:22 a.m. We had a huge thunder and lightning storm tonight, and it was very very strange to hear the deep, sudden booms and wonder if it was the kind of lightning that actually strikes things and destroys computer monitors -- or was it rather just Hollywood lightning? All flash and no real contact.

Nonetheless, it didn't arc and sizzle my modem or the weatherstripping on my French doors. It didn't claw Igor's plane out of the sky as he commuted home. I have to assume, therefore, that it was just the welcoming committee here to make a heyoka feel right at home in merry old soggy LA-town.

Maybe tomorrow morning there will be fog. I've purchased English muffins. True, they have cranberries in them. I was an English major. True. Plus, I grew up on Chichester Avenue. It's true we didn't pronounce it chich-i-ster, but yet.

Maybe I'll have a British accent like Madonna by the time the heyoka is winging back across the big pond. Already, I've learned some new words -- like nappies for diapers and quid for pounds.

I didn't have a nappy today. I am so tired my jaw hurts and tears are rolling down my cheeks from yawns. Since the heyoka is a vegetarian, I thought it prudent that I download a few sausages before she arrived. I will probably gain a few more quid because of them, but they were worth it. Sausages always seem to settle one.

So we had a nice talk and the heyoka went off to work on her jetlag and the Igor is back on his computer and checking email and the tired one who is writing this paragraph really must bid you farewell for the evening.

In other news: I cleaned the bathroom. I folded socks. I curled my hair. I am a multi-tasker.