Last night’s windstorm woke me up repeatedly, banging one thing or another against the north windows of my bedroom. I have to be in court today and I needed a good night’s sleep, darn it. Even worse, the north wind brought freezing weather and my Miata’s top is tightly up. I hate that. I was perfectly OK with 70 degree weather and sunshine, thank you very much.

I’ll go to a grip and grin at Untitled this evening at 5-7 p.m., a “thank you” reception for those of us who Marcy volunteered for the Holocaust memorial event held there last month.

For those who notice the entry from yesterday is abbreviated today, mea culpa. I’ve told you all that there would be times between now and Christmas when I offered to tear off heads and shit down necks and I’ve told you why. I’m not even quit yet, but cutting down to ultralights and cutting my consumption to half is already withdrawal territory, apparently. That, plus the fact that I’m an emotional midget and hardly a grown up at all.

The “news” has bored me the last couple of days, so no political screeds.

Other than that, hurt my wrist again last night somehow and I’m soldiering through again.