*ambling ramblings.

You thought I died of photo trauma, didn't you?

Funny, my family received no condolences.

THANKS FOR CARING.

Honestly, it isn't difficult to determine the address for floral sprays and cash donations. It's in the Web address. So yes, I am alive, no thanks to you, and no I do not think a week of stress over having one's image captured on film is at all neurotic and absurd.

I ducked out of the incessant downpour last weekend to join TFin and JBSH on their weekly Bottega discipleship and had bruschetta with peppers, chorizo, garlic, and shaved ricotta salata,



and chicken paillard, thin fillets topped with arugula, grilled onions, barely softened mushrooms, shaved parmesan, and coarse flakes of salt.



So, let's see. What else is new in the world o' Woodside? There are floods and plagues of cockroaches, so I'm starting to worry over the fate of my first-born. He seems relaxed about it, though.



Oh dear.