I dreamt last night that I was in After Dinner's special greatest hits anniversary issue, which struck me as somewhat odd, what with my never having written anything for After Dinner and all...

And why have I never written anything for After Dinner? Honestly, it's the silliest reason. It's because most of my friends who have written for it were approached to write something, and I don't want to just fling something in the slush pile.

I'm cutting off noses again...terrible habit.

The other day Cynthia told me that she had been talking to her dad, who sometimes visits this site since it tends to have news about his granddaughters, and he expressed some doubt that all the wackiness that I say goes on at my office could possibly go on in one office--he wondered if I was lying!

Now of course I'm not, and neither is my office any more interesting than anyone else's, it's more a matter of perception. It's seeing the story and spinning it.

As I was telling this story to Chris on Sunday, the realization hit me that Cynthia's dad knows all about my sex life, or lack thereof, i.e. if I ever do date anyone again, Cynthia's dad will probably know more about it than my mother will!

And that made me think that this mythical boyfriend of mine will have to realize that I lead a public life (Christ, that sounds snooty, but you know what I mean!) and though I would want to respect his privacy, he would have to understand that he is part of the story, and I'd have to tell it, leaving out gory details, natch.

I don't know why all that ran through my head, I've been writing this for nearly two years and it's never come up before, but it's like I suddenly realized what everyone else is going through!

Hiya Mr. Granville!

I remember when Bonnie was born the other week, when the midwives came, Fran and Cynthia were, well, kinda busy, I ran downstairs to let them in and one of the midwives asked me to boil some water, a big pot and a little pot.

And all I could think of was "My God, you really do have to boil water, just like in the movies!"

Rob Hudson, where you at? No site, no e-mail, it's all too sudden!

Update: Heard from Rob about an hour after putting that up (somebody knows about what time I tend to update!). His entire site and e-mail and everything disappeared without warning, but he can be temporarily reached at this address.

One year ago today:
"Wait a minute! That's not one of my cats!"

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