Here in Atlanta
So far, we've eaten out almost every night. I'm kinda burned out on yuppie food, but . . . what are you going to do? (Truth is, Meredith's mother's not home and no one else feels like cooking). Meredith's sis came yesterday and we've been watching a lot of satellite TV. Currently, I'm blogging while Mere watches Dr. Phil. The theme: Spousal Ultimatums.
Reading Eric Gansworth's poetry collection at the moment, "Nickle Eclipse/Iroquois Moon." I've been assigned the task of writing a critique/review of his work. If you ask me, he's a writer who definitely needs recognition. Not only that, he's a great guy who's got great taste in music.