I'm a star, baby: Kymm Zuckert, aka The Mighty Kymm, reviews this diary, along with the very fine Tracing and The Paperwork, in her latest column for Planet Amazon (edited by none other than Sandra Mizumoto Posey of Letterbox fame). It was fascinating to read a description of me and my work, and Kymm surprised me more than once. Additionally, I was one of several diarists mentioned in the April edition of Internet.au, an Australian magazine. It's a wonderful feeling to be singled out as a good writer. I could get used to this review business.
For those who would like the latest score in the Clavamox Death Battle 2000, Natasha "Slasher" Huntzinger is losing ground steadily as Lucy "Hammerlock" Huntzinger has gotten the hang of squirting 1.0 millithingies of nasty orange liquid antibiotics between the cat's unwilling jaws twice a day. She's feeling better, and my condo no longer smells like a flophouse.
In perhaps a sign of incipient old age, I have had the most awful time getting my sleep pattern adjusted to daylight savings. I don't get it. I don't remember having trouble ever before. I'm a mess, unable to fall asleep or stay asleep for very long, and getting crankier as the week goes on. Even a long weekend of sleeping in didn't cure me. This does not bode well for future long distance travel, you know. I'm thinking of going back to either Japan or Africa this year, and although I don't mind the actual boredom of plane travel all that much I do mind being too tired when I actually get to these fabulous destinations. I don't want to waste even a day conked out in a hotel room. Maybe I'll try melatonin. I hear it really works, and I could use the uninterrupted sleep even if it doesn't cure jet lag.
Sleepy or not, next weekend I'm going to Seattle. I need a little getaway from my usual routine. I impulsively bought an airline ticket today. It's one of my downfalls; I go for weeks without spending anything extra at all, then suddenly lash out on several hundred dollars worth of instant gratification. Today, this took the form of a sudden decision to spend a few days in the Pacific Northwest (and not coincidentally eat a lot of salmon and clam chowder), as well as finally buying my father his birthday present. His birthday was last October. Yeah, yeah, I wait for inspiration to strike, is that so wrong? Anyway, I decided to get him some rather decent binoculars. If he's going to lie around a lot more than he's been used to he can use them to watch the quiet beauty of desert where he lives. I think he'll like them. Now I can concentrate on what I meant to get him for Christmas.
Maybe I'll send him a copy of Internet.au. Look, Dad, fame at last.
