I watched the State of the Union speech. All of the Democratic women wore white. Moving. Powerful. Well after Labor Day.
The Super Bowl is over and I’m not nearly as happy as I was last year when my beloved Philadelphia Eagles won the whole enchilada and accepted the Vince Lombardi trophy as choruses of boos rained down on NFL Commissioner, Roger Goodell. This year I was glad that my other fave team, the L.A. Rams, were in it. FYI, I
Dear Diary: I was in Dr. Fishman’s waiting room today and I read a magazine article on new, alternative kinds of therapy. I think the magazine was called, “Therapy Illustrated,” or “Therapy Times,” or “Therapy Fancy,” which apparently is like “Cat Fancy” for crackpots. Whatever. One of the articles made me laugh out loud (which, FYI, disturbed the woman
Dear Diary, Saw Dr. Fishman yesterday. He told me he was just resting his eyes.
Dear Diary, Wasn’t feeling well when I went to bed last night. Headache, stomach ache, joint pain. Too late to call a doctor (even though I could have, that’s I favor I don’t want to call in unless it’s real emergency, like I set myself on fire, or Cooper sliced his arm off, or worst of all, my finger is