I hate to tell you this, but in Austin at least, summer is here. Sure it doesn’t seem like it. It’s been beautiful the past few days. Absolutely perfect. Highs in the low seventies. Skies that are that unbroken blue that stretches from horizon to horizon. But summer’s here all the same. I felt the first tangs of sweat. The pinpricks on my back while waiting at the bus stop. The wind picked up and dried them away, but they were there. Definitely there…

Speaking of the weather. I didn’t get to enjoy it this weekend due to a nasty stomach something or other. It felt like someone was inflating helium balloons inside my thoracic cavity. This lasted all of Saturday, and all of Sunday. I didn’t sleep much. I was in pain. Even though I knew I wasn’t constipated (for obvious reasons), I decided to take a laxative Sunday night. So Sunday night my stomach muscles pulsed in time to some late eighties disco beat as I lay in bed silently screaming. I was a wreck Monday (which I had off). I ended up sleeping for about 4 hours in the afternoon. My stomach still hurt, but I couldn’t tell if it was whatever had been bugging me all weekend or just muscle soreness from dancing the drug induced peristalsis boogie. I decided to see a doctor on Tuesday even though I was feeling better. For some reason I occasionally like to go see a doctor just so I can reaffirm that I really never need to go see doctors. He proceeded to lay me back on a table and prod all of the places that hurt. Once I started actually moaning he proceeded to use both hands like a hammer and chisel in the places that hurt in an effort to get more sonorous sounds of pain out of me. Ultimately he sent me off for blood work to see if I had an appendicitis (considering I had no other symptoms highly unlikely), and with the obvious insinuation, “You big faker.”

Taking care of Stella with a stomach ache was not a lot of fun. I actually ended up not taking care of her Sunday morning which I felt bad about. But sometimes you hurt. I did run 6 miles with her on Saturday before my stomach started hurting. Lance Armstrong came on my iPod to congratulate me on my longest workout yet. It was a proud day.

Back to work. I think I’m going to try to submit a play to Kitchen Dog Theater’s New Works Festival. Any suggestions on which play to submit?

Finally, Stella wants to know, “You want a piece of this? Huh? You see that cat? That cat knows who’s boss. That cat hisses at everyone it sees, but not me. Now take me out to the car.”

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Comments

Travis (http://the-holmes.blogspot.com)

2007-02-22T17:50:07.000Z

Yeah, nice as this weather is, it’s just a reminder that in fact, it should probably be a few degrees colder at this time of year. I grew up in Texas and I swear I remember February being cold in my youth, I swear it.

Tim (http://loadedguntheory.com/blog/director/listblog/tim.html)

2007-02-22T17:56:47.000Z

As much as I believe in global warming… My first Christmas in Texas was 75 degrees. So I’m not sure I can go along with the winters of my youth being colder.

Travis (http://the-holmes.blogspot.com)

2007-02-22T18:04:05.000Z

Yeah, well, uh, I’m older than you. Those years make all the difference ;)

Caroline

2007-02-23T21:18:05.000Z

is my vote for play submission. Oh, yeah. And I’m enjoying global warming here in the Netherlands — it’s in the 50’s…

Jonathon (http://flailingmyarms.blogspot.com)

2007-03-01T07:53:53.000Z

so it feels more like we have seasons?