anyways; after L. reported on a successful book signing and talk with Larry at the KANEKO

it was another day, Saturday, which brought the Benicia Christmas Parade and craps faire,

tempting me not at all even if I hadn’t developed a mysteriously locked up back which only worsened through the day, damn…sun at lunch helped a little but later later L called

to tell about her trip to Lincoln, her other talk and a sore throat before we both took ourselves to early beds…for a long time in my case and though not much better in the morning no pain

pills, which was either “progress” or “getting used to it”.  A quiet day of dogs, sunny lunch,

afterwards a tour of the straits

[…”afternoon session at Pipeline” as Gregg quipped when he saw the pics…]

and home along one or another Sunday alley to await Linda’s not-so-victorious return home

with a vicious airplane flu, struggling the next morning to walk the dogs nonetheless while I

held out for another pipeline session and we both processed news of a beloved Libre dog’s death [Kiku eviscerated, probably by a mountain lion…or a gunshot but if so people remain

in denial] and other dire disturbances, notably a spate of burglaries in the neighborhood.  By nighttime Linda was enjoying a fever north of 101 so slept in the office though nonetheless

soldiered forth for Tuesday’s morning walk after which I took the Tundra to Vallejo to be hosed

down, later went around the block in afternoon’s low light…winter’s light,

I guess, though still not a drop of rain in sight, oh.