Only the location has changed...

I was walking Boska in Griffith Park back in 2002, doing my usual walking and reading routine, when I was stopped by a freelance photographer - she was driving and actually pulled off the road when she saw me. Evidently the concept of reading while walking AND walking my dog at the same time was a totally new one for her, and she wanted a picture to submit to the local newspaper.

I happily gave permission, signed the release form and continued my walk while she snapped away and tried to get Boska to look at the camera for the photo. Boska, for the most part, was more interested in sniffing the surrounding foliage and reading her peemail.

I never did see the picture come out in the Glendale Daily News, but a friend of my sister's found it (I still have to get the story on just how she found it so many years after the fact) and sent it to Lisa. Ain't Boska cute? And ALmost looking right at the camera!

I still read while I'm walking Boska. I can also manage a cup of coffee at the same time. Heh. That might have been front page news!

Why I haven't been Posting

Me at work



















Me at night.

Not much room for anything in between right now... But I'm getting back to it.

*cough*...*cough*...

Yup, I've been a bad blogger...or rather, I've been a sick blogger. Some sort of flu, complete with a cough that hits at night and keeps me up hours on end. Blech.

Needless to say, I haven't had a lot of energy for much beyond work (and I took Tuesday off, slept ALL day long) and basic household maintenance. I don't have any sort of concentration or focus - I've been reading the SAME BOOK for four days! I usually finish a book in a couple of hours! This is MADness. MADNESS, I says!

I was gonna go to Humboldt this weekend, but it didn't work out. So I'm gonna stay at home, rest up, let the cats use me as a naturally heated pillow. Get healthy.

I hate being sick. I usually get something for a day, shrug it off and move on. So when it lasts more than a couple of days, I get cranky. Some might say dysfunctionally cranky. Whiny, even. I would probably kill for a good night's sleep. Instead of resorting to murder, I'm trying a Scottish remedy - whisky, water, lemon, honey, nice and hot, right before bed. I'll let ya know how it works.

In the meantime, I swear I'll get back to reading blogs and doing more posts of my own. But hey, I did submit the mother of all submission packages for my mystery novel. I think I might have coughed on it before it went in the mail. So if they don't like my writing, maybe they'll like my bug.

heheh....*cough*cough*cough*...

heh.