No, I havent seen this band. But I've been noticing the fliers all around the east village for a long time now for Hot Socky. I just love that band name.

I am trying to eat better because I found myself ordering at a pub the following lunch: cream of crab soup and a club sandwich. OK, cream of crab soup and a club sandwhich-- you know, with the extra slice of white toast in there. So far today? I think I have had 14 peices of fruit. Which, according to Stuart's southern mom, will give one the "summertime complaint". That always gets me, that term.

Last weekend, I was on a beach throwing a toy called a kong out for Bo, a dear friend of mine, to retreive. Bo and I have lots in common. We both posses yellow hairs, we like to eat, we like to sleep, and love good romps on the beach. But what became apparent to me is that we have more in common than just that, which is alarming because he is an enormous yellow lab and I am not.

He was the only doggy on the beach that cold February day, willing to dive again and again into a freezing cold bay to retreive whatever it was that someone threw out there for him. That is simply what he does. It is his mission- even though he grew tired and was shivering. But the second he was back on shore, and someone picked something up to throw out there, he would jump up and down, wag his tail rapidly and kaplooosh! he was back at it, diving in, blind to the freezing temperatures, the tired muscles and, in general, the possible stupidity of his mission.

Ohmigod, Its me! I thought. I've become so engrossed with work, I feel I am here, wagging my tail and panting and doing what is expected of me in this role, so much that I have become sort of blind to things around me. Sigh. Which is really very bad, because, again, a lab I am not. Plus, no one scratches my tummy and I don't remember recently anyone letting me sleep for 15 hours a day.

I will work on this.