Friday, October 6, 2000

 

3:23 a.m. Yes, we're down to the scary clown. Another late, late night and another day spent entirely inside and lashed to the mast. It's going to take a few more of these days and I do believe I'm going to have to go silent here, one the site, for a couple of days.

We'll see. It's the beginning of a nice, long holiday weekend, and best of all -- a holiday in which no presents are required. My presence will not be required too much, either, and I hope I'll be able to look up in a few days and say that things are getting back to normal. For now, this is not normal.

I did just put the wet laundry into the dryer, however. Right after the bath I took to try to loosen my shoulder muscles so I could sit here for a few more hours and get a lot more done. I've been taking aspirin every 6 hours or so, and the fatigue headache knows to stay in the background.

Dinner at a neighbor's house tomorrow -- I can't wait to step outside. Today and yesterday it's been gray and rainy, and I've had to turn the lights on at the desk here before noon. And I guess that just about does it for the nightly wrap-up. I haven't been watching any TV, answering any phones or email, hardly even taking to my beloved Igor.

Just doing my job.

The huge and oddly Jerry-Lewis-like clown is on the corner of Rose and Main Streets here in downtown Venice. The extended leg, of course, moves. The building is one block from the beach and not too far from the building shaped like a three-story pair of binoculars.

Zoning has never been too strictly enforced here, I would presume. Maybe I could sneak a few chickens into my front courtyard. They could be pets. Pets that produce. So few pets do. Produce, that is.

Ok. I'm going to bed.