Well, hullo my ducks, hullo my sweet and only loves, did you miss me? Were your lives a slough of despond without me? Well, don't worry your pointed little heads, because I am back to deliver you from the emptiness that is your lives without me.

You know, or whatever.

Canada was swellarooney, and the wedding was simply grand, and Cameron and all of her friends was great, and I bought an astonishing amount of candy, and there are all of these damn entries to write, because I brought my computer with me, that I used to play cds in the hotel as I wrote in my paper journal.

And since writing in my paper journal worked so well with my London trip (at this writing, I still have seven entries to write), I would say don't hold your breath except for the fact that I will write them, dammit!

As soon as TiVo has forgiven me for leaving it. I must sacrifice and leave offerings and kill the fatted calf and things so that it will forgive me for leaving it for four whole days. Them bad kitties are much more forgiving.

I'm watching Inside the Actors Studio, they are showing the Jack Lemmon episode as a tribute because he just died. God, he reminds me so much of my father. He doesn't look like him, they didn't have similar voices or accents, but they were actors of the same generation, and they way he speaks about acting and the way he tells stories reminds me so much of my dear Da.

This is the second actor who just died who reminded me of my father, since Carroll O'Connor always made me think of him, they sounded so much alike, both being from the Bronx, though born nine years apart. I could always hear my father when Carroll O'Connor spoke, always.

I remember on the Mad About You episode when the baby was born, and Jamie was in the hospital room alone and then Carroll O'Connor, as her father, came in and talked to her, saying how could he miss this moment with his little girl? And I swear, I thought that it was a dream, that he was dead.

Okay, maybe I identified a little too strongly with him, but there you are. Everyone who reminds me of my father is dying.

Reading back over this, I feel the need to reiterate, I had a really good time in Canada! Random moments:

"Where the fuck is Bloor Street? I no longer believe that there is such a place. They moved it when we weren't looking."
"Canada is the mystical land of ice and snow."
"Do you know where Ed is?"
"It's raining, it's raining!"
"My Christ, it's hot."
"My Christ, it's cold."
"Seen much of Toronto?" "Well, a whole bunch of Bay Street that wasn't anywhere near Bloor Street!"
"Canadians define themselves by America." "Really? 'Cause we don't give a shit about Canada!"
"Did you come all the way from New York??!!" "Yep. It was quite a walk."
"Breakfast ends at 9.30a!"
"Ed is at the airport!"
"Where the fuck is that cab?"

Today's horoscope:
Chores are the first order of business today. Getting things done is important, and clears the decks for fun later.

One year ago today:
And then I realized that I didn't want to sing with her voice, I just wanted to sing into a microphone. That must be really something, to be able to be that loud.

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