Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Before I kick into the list of things I have failed to blog about, let me begin with a list of the critical barriers paralyzing my blogging effort:  I am also writing a book. Ha, yeah. Stick that between your judgy squished eyebrows. I got a food dehydrator that I need to amortize. Turns out, I wholeheartedly enjoy dehydrating practically anything and then stuffing it into little plastic baggies for the zombie apocalypse. On the downside all that chopping and zip locking is a hella time suck. Other miscellaneous pursuits which I cannot recall at this time. That was sort of a bust, so let us transition to the part where I list all the things I haven't been blogging about: Pascal's wager The twelve pack of colorful socks I recently purchased online. Basilica Hudson Soundscape Getting mistaken for a minister and having someone's father confess to me. The guy with the Gay AF t-shirt on and the high altitude straddle kicks Also other things that may or may not h

I wanted to talk about the time I was supposed to have a video Skype meeting with this guy. We got on the call and he said that unfortunately he had to go.  He had badly burned his foot. The burn had turned into a huge blister and the blister had just popped and he needed to go to the emergency room.  He lifted his foot to the webcam and I got to see the bloody wound. 

Tom and I were over at Sloan Kettering meeting with one of the doctors for a consultation. We walk out of the exam room. "What did you think of the doctor?" I ask. "He favors one knee," says Tom.