Sunday, August 29, 2004

from a notebook I'd begun last summer

Fed Flynn + Cassidy + Jimmy sandwiches. Diane is hiding in the bedroom. With her dog, I expect. Time for Diane to find some other place to live.

That sounds great.

The house was so much happier without her. Having her home is like a perpetual black cloud. Go away, Diane. Leave us alone.

Tested the water. Partially changed the water, fed the fish.