Not much tonight, I fear. Everything got pushed back today because of the snow — Kate’s bass lesson, dinner, the usual. So I don’t have much time tonight before bed will beckon.
Tonight’s low? 1 degree. Fuck me running, as Ashley Morris liked to say. But I’m still swimming tomorrow morning if it kills me. And it may well.
The economics of the sex industry. Shame on you, Atlanta! You too, Dallas.
Here’s a picture of Kate in New Orleans that I just found on my phone. The ghost of the record store:
And that’s it. Back tomorrow.