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I'm thinking, the real reason why Puerto Rico isn't a state yet is that nobody can figure out where to put the extra star on the flag.

Okay, maybe that's not the real reason. Maybe it's just one of the reasons.

Look, so I suck at keeping up with a blog. It's not like anybody's reading it, anyway, so why should I care? It's my other writing that I'm also not doing, that's the real problem. At least my fantasy life is still good. I was just thinking what would happen if Iwere to be on a private jet with Martin Scorsese and Robert DeNiro. In my fantasy, I'd talk a mile a minute and be charming and smart and they'd think I was funny. In reality, it would never even happen, of course, but even if it did, I'd probably hide in a corner and try to stay out of their way. Anyway, with an imagination like mine, you'd think it's inform my writing. And I suppose it does. When I actually do any writing.

Today I heard that Smartie will be at the Animal Medical Center another 8 days at least, because he needs more radioiodine, which will be administered tomorrow. I miss him so much. I even miss not having to step over all his food bowls in the kitchen. I miss not having to leap over him when I'm racing to get to the telephone. I miss him when I'm changing the sheets and he's not "helping". Presumably, when he's all cured, he'll be a little different, that some of his behaviors over the last few years will go away and he'll get fat again and be nice and plush and not as much of a nudge. I suppose that'll be all right, esp. the last part.

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying salami and cheese sandwiches and pepperoni on my pizza. When he comes back, I'll be eating healthier, I'm sure.