Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis
“All things change, and we change with them.”

Please note that this blog spans a broad period of time. The intervening years have brought many things into my life, including divorce and remarriage. As such, some older posts reference a relationship which is no longer active. In context, however, the portrayal is accurate.

For many reasons, I have chosen to let entries such as this one remain in the overall continuity of the site.

Sandberg is back from London, with stacks of books for herself and lots of gifts and treats for the kids.

I got a monkey with magnetic hands, a really terrific shirt, and a CD recording of Theatre de Complicite’s production of Mnemonic. Which is precisely the sort of theatre I would write if I had eight or nine people hanging around and willing to experiment with voice and story and character . . . at least, it’s the sort of theatre I would write sometimes. The rest of the time I’d make them clean the house and repaint the garage, iron my shirts perhaps.

And a nice big bottle of whiskey. She brought me whiskey, too.

What a gal.