You’ve made it to a dwelling of eccentricity.

Deus ex machina

So I go in and sit down. Woman mutters something about water pressure. Something about the weather. A Eucalyptus-mentholated blend and a quickie rinse. OK.

The now-distant conflict

I feel guilty when I lock him in his crate. This guilt is why he’s not on the street. Yet. That, and he’s my only friend.

Have you ever seen the rain?

I didn’t do so well checking off items on last year’s edition of the life list. Aside from a few key moments, last year was pretty much a wasted year.

The studio on Patty Lane. Vienna, Va., January 2005. The studio on Patty Lane. Vienna, Va., January 2005.
From cold storage

Between the bars

My desire to dive deep — let’s just say I’m pulling back a bit on this one. It’s a little too close to the bone. And as the polly’s like to say, the situation’s still fluid.