Eep

My visitors arrive today -- I think. I am a little worried about them and feeling guilty that I didn't go to Penn Station to meet them. I can just picture them wandering around Northern Blvd. sadly in the crushing sun.

But I am taking them to sidewalk sales, the Hungry March Band picnic and then maybe the circus. So there.

Killing Machine

I bought another goldfish yesterday. His name was Mr. Frowny. Yes, was. He didn't make it through the night. Adieu, Mr. Frowny. Swim free in the big toilet in the sky.