weeks pass, weeks pass.

march, already, which seems to have come in like a lamb, and is now going out raining. and so, sunday morning, in my pjs and a sweater, listening to the sounds of the new dog squeaking his monkey toy, and the other dogs, grunting and playing, still half asleep.


on the horizon:
i am putting on a block party. so you can cross that off my to-do list. granted, its not MY block, but it is a block party, so there.

work is strange. don't know what more i can say about that now.

am going out to eat pastrami sandwiches today, with someone who has never had one, and thus wants one. now that i think about it, i don't think i've ever had a pastrami sandwich. and really, i'm fine with that.