Well, I was going to write one of the three back entries from last week that I still have to write, but since it's 9.55a and I'm just starting this and I'm still in my jammies and the cats are unfed, I think that just ain't happening.

So, yesterday I wore one of my father's shirts.

When Mom and I were going through his clothing, I picked out of couple of his favourite style of shirts, which were those short sleeved cuban shirts with the embroidery and the four pockets, you know what I mean? I have a bunch of his stuff, but I hadn'r actually worn any of it yet, I think because he got so thin towards the end, and were I too fat to wear my father's clothing, I would just throw myself into an electric fan, but I had nothing to wear yesterday, so I grabbed it.

It fit fine, though I would prefer if it were hanging off me. It was so funny, though, as one of my most typical memories of him was when he would reach in each of the four pockets, one by one, looking for a pen or his keys or his notebook or whatever he put in a random pocket and then completely forgot which, and I found myself doing that last night, over and over.

It was like some little connection, I put on his shirt, I start having his body language. It was a small thing, but it made me smile.

I just found out that the entire musical cast of O Brother Where Art Thou is playing at Carnegie Hall in two weeks. It is sold out, of course. I am desolated. I'm going to check back every day, or maybe twice a day, for returns, but am not holding out much hope. Ralph Stanley! Dan Tyminski! Alison Krauss! The Fairfield Four! All just a few goddamn blocks from my office and I won't be going. O woe!

If you really want to make me feel better, you can trade mix tapes with me. I finished Tape #4 last night, the American version of the Doubles tape, and it's really good! And I am very sad, because nobody wants to trade mix tapes with me.

Okay, that's not true, some people do want to trade mix tapes with me, but clearly not enough people want to trade mix tapes with me. Because after my erratic updating schedule as of late, I have no audience left. I am in a slough of despond.

Lenten entries missed:

Never bought a pair of giant pants, met a new fella, told the giantest lie in all of the land, and watched her dog discover the mirror.

Today's horoscope:
Today, you prefer life be secure and predictable. The familiar appeals. Stick to what's safe.

One year ago today:
Life is what happens while you're not paying attention.

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