Blossom Dearie died. Crap. I have been so about her lately. It kind of makes me want to check up on every other musician I have ever loved. I am kind of glad I couldn’t get to sleep, though I am going to feel like crap tomorrow. And guess what? I have been snookered into going to an AUCTION MEETING. Advisory only, I swear.

I am going to post pics tomorrow. Here’s a preview. It’s me running my fucking mouth because I can’t stop talking for 19 seconds.

Also, Franny finally learned to ride her bike before she turned twenty. Phew.