Phase II was:
1. Enjoy delicious glass of Hendrick’s gin (from bottle of said booze, which was birthday gift from wife Cat) whilst sitting at dining room table and chatting with said Cat, who’s lovingly insisted on cleaning kitchen and making delicious spaghetti dressed with garlic-infused olive oil (being olive oil warmed with garlic cloves) and parmesan cheese. NOODLES WITH CHEESE! It’s all I can do not to eat our dining room table and turn Happy Kid cartwheels waiting for her to finish Meal ala’ Paradise.
2. Discuss with Cat (while at table, waiting) psychological profiles of characters in novel that I (by which, let’s face it, I mean that she and I) am/are writing, which is The Book for which I’ve spent my life preparing.
3. Watch and be utterly freaked out by sheer narrative power of episode four of the PBS show “Liberty,” about the American Revolution.
4. Revel in nap.
5. Sit still while wife cuts hair.
6. Shower. Shave. Put on awesome Going Out outfit. (That’s right; it’s all about the Bahama ala’ Tommy.)
7. Listen to M.I.A.’s “Paper Planes.”
8. Blog, while Cat showers/gets ready for Big Night Out.
9. Feel inordinate degree of gratitude and emotional support received from happy-birthdays delivered via Facebook, emails, and blog.
10. No. 9, some more.
Thank you, all you friends.
Phase III: Fancy Dinner Out, followed by production of “Working” (based on the seminal book of the same name by Studs Terkel), produced and performed by the world-famous Old Globe Theater.
What a life. I can’t believe some people don’t believe in God.
Well. I can. But still.
But still!
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