Sitting right now at this little Chinese tea house with internet access and waiting for Jonah "OneLineDrawing" Matrange to arrive - he's been stuck in traffic all morning, coming back from the house of his girlfriend, a lady that lives I believe in Marin. The kitty, Mia, today woke me up by batting at my hand and then I never went back to sleep. So very tired right now. It won't affect the recording, I won't let it, but man am I sleepy. Got a contract in today back in New York for my ship event, and was given an unexpected raise yesterday, so all that is very good - otherwise it's a dark drizzly December day in San Francisco, the Sunset district to be exact. Lots of Russians here evidently. My sister and I went to the Y in the Stonestown section of town last night and I think that's around here, around Sunset, and there were lots of Russians there. I swam some laps. Then we went out and met my friend Pam at some posh wine bar in Marina - I told her about this secret blog and even threw the name out at her a couple times, but I don't think she heard me, she was talking. So for now my one reader remains a man named Henry in the vast mountains of Western Aardvark. Hello Henry!! Something else I was going to say but then forgot. Oh yeah, she saw the Zapruder fella recently and said his new book of poems is really superb, as is his brother's music. Fair enough. Then my sister and I returned to her apartment and watched Entourage and drank Syrah - the end.