I was going to blog more about the dog show yesterday, but then I had to stop ’cause I had to (a) try and make my sore throat go away, and (b) read Michel Leiris for class. And am I glad I did both, because (a) after five glasses of orange juice, three echinacea tablets, and two honey-lemon-echinacea Ricola herb throat drops, the sore throat has been banished and the potential cold that may have accompanied it has, I think, been packed away, too; and (b) Michel Leiris is incredible, and sure knows his way around words.

Meanwhile, today: dishes done, laundry done, floor mopped, still need to pack. Hawaii tomorrow for Cheryl’s wedding. It’s gonna be 82 degrees Farenheit. I’m gonna have a pink ice cream cone and sit in the sun, doggamit.