I'm drinking honey whiskey and listening to Rain Dogs. It's been raining on and off. The cat fiddles with purple paper on the floor, a grocery list: whiskey, tp, soda water, lemons. Katie is at work.
That Aphogee treatment I did to my hair was remarkably helpful, it really
made my hair look and act like real hair, instead of straw putty.
In which my hair is much improved.
I'm liking it. Not sure what else I have to say here, except that the fall, my cold, the whiskey, the rain, the Tom Waits, it is all very all of a same thing that is pleasing, and reminds me of Portland, and space heaters, and cold feet sticking out of blankets, and covering coughs with wine.