July 23, 2008 It is almost midnight. I am about to clamber into the bad van and roar my way across the glaciated ruin. Harsh judgments? Still struggling? All forms of humor stale? Well. I don’t know what to tell you. Sorry. I guess. ` July 30, 2008 “Work” has become a slow-motion game of who can do the least actual “work,” while pretending everything is copacetic, while the quality slips, while the equipment falls apart one adjustment at a time, while the business slowly goes flatliners.... God bless you, Alvin. I ran out of milk AND cereal at the SAME TIME. WOW! Megan, naked, performed camp dances in the kitchen. Libby rocked out. Millie put on a hat and said, “Millie’s going to work!” The last song, in Megan’s sweetly piercing sopranino, was Make new friends, and keep the old.... I teared up a little.