I’m ate the age now where a little partying past 11pm involving
a glass of wine, in a different time zone is going wallop me the
next morning. So I’m putting these words down at 7:30 am
Sunday with a fair bit of slush in my head, as I couldn’t get to
sleep until 3 or 4am. I’m about to hit the gym to bootstrap myself
back to functioning form, and see if Cogan is around here some-
where for breakfast. I made an arrangement to visit the Wallings,
who live over in Pasedina, and share some company. Its also
Superbowl Sunday, a much bigger show than the Annies.
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