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The week has been a blur.

I’m rehearsing a show at New Line.  We are in the last two weeks of performances at Webster University.  I’m teaching an extra class this last eight-week term.  I taught seven voice lessons yesterday.  &c.

Last evening, at 9 p.m. after finishing my last lesson, Auggie and I drove to the grocer’s to find him some dog food.  We were out.

I love this little critter.

And in the garden, an iris is open, and this morning I find a peony in bloom — booth of them several weeks early on any normal gardening schedule.  The lilacs have bloomed and faded already, again weeks in advance.

I shan’t bemoan beauty, but I shall bemoan the changing of our climates.


My little critter Auggie had some dental surgery on Tuesday.

The aftermath — a slightly moany night as the pain upset him.  And upset his system, if you know what I mean.

I have heard said — “You know how much you love a critter by how much of his poop you clean up.”

Now I know.  My love for this little guy is unbounded.  

And without undue details: sheets and bedspread were all washed first thing Wednesday morning. But not until Auggie, held firmly under my left arm, got his hindquarters severely cleaned in warm water.  The look in his eyes was priceless . . . something akin to “I know that you are doing this for a reason, but I don’t know what it is, and I’m not certain I like it, but that warm water feels better than what was back there.”

Add one more thing to the checklist of ‘What I’ll Do For A Dog.’

Ice day

Webster Univ Alerts

All Webster University St. Louis-area campuses are closed Fri., Jan. 13 due to weather.

That message on Thursday around 4 p.m. found me at Schnuck’s, buying the usual provisions: eggs, tonic water, cheese, meat. (Friday menu includes chili.)

I stopped by Opera rehearsal to help figure out how to manage today’s canceled rehearsals.

And then I came home.  Auggie got a long walk, since he likely won’t be getting one for 48 hours in this weather.

Even though Webster is closed today, and we have no official school activities, I’m still jet-lagged and so was up at 5 a.m.

By 6.30 a.m., some homemade bread was in the oven.  And by 8 I had fixed homemade latkes.


  • one Russet potato, grated
  • 1/3 white onion, grated or minced
  • one egg
  • enough floor to thicken a bit
  • freshly cracked salt and pepper
  • a healthy dash of cayenne or a bit of chili sauce

This makes three healthy portions.  Fry in oil over medium heat until lovely brown and crispy on both sides.  Top with sour cream.

Now 9 a.m.  Texting with folks around the world.  Listening to the new Ennio Morricone album. Here’s a reminder:


The fireplace is on.  Auggie is being attentive.  And a pile of schoolwork beckons.

[And a 9.40 a.m. addendum — the back stoop is iced over already with just the little spittle of rain we’ve received.  Rain and 26 degrees = a mess.]

48 hours later

  • Five loads of laundry are complete. 
  • Auggie had been to the beauty shop. 
  • Jet lag is kicking me tonight. 
  • I’m still weepy over La La Land. 
  • In a bizarre burst of energy, most of my wrinkled shirts are now spotlessly ironed. 
  • I can’t get warm this evening. 
  • For the second night in a row, I have not cooked dinner. Damn jet-lagged lethargy. 
  • The Christmas decorations are all tucked safely away for another 10.5 months. 
  • Manchester United football is lulling me to sleep. 
  • And I hope I dream again of the beach at Repulse Bay.