run, run, run

that's how it feels sometimes.

i wanted to check my gmail for anything from e - nothing new - and enable her to more easily access my blog. which i really can't update right this mo, since it's practically 8:30.

dv and i went to dinner last night at calvert's with our friend dennis, diana's interviewee (unbenounced to him and almost exclusively fiction).

and first, mary and karin and i had two glasses of wine together.

gotta get to work. athens tomorrow!