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After a very dispiriting day trying to do taxes, I mailed two checks to the socially responsible investment firms that lose my money, and Mom drove me to the Amazing Things Arts Center's new firehouse, where I helped set up and put out all the chairs for Friday night show, and we both caught up on what all has been going on. In short, it's all good, as long as Michael gets better.

Mom went back to see it at 8 p.m.– bluegrass, Adam Dewie and Crazy Creek. I had been interested in going to confirm that there was bluegrass that I liked, but Mom said Emmylou Harris and Ricky Skaggs did bluegrass, so there already was. I just never got into the muleskinner blues guy...

I sent out tons of e-mail miscommunication and recommunication, and then ran Zelda around the block, took a quick shower, and biked to Owen O'Leary's for what I termed the Forber-Pratt's visiting hours, for their weekend back in Massachusetts from the center of the country.

Anjali and Ian are both awesome people to see, of course, and the awesomeness is multiplied by all the people who come out to see them also, that I just wouldn't see regularly. And met Anjali's friend Andy, who bench-presses 375 pounds and is going for 400. Talked to Ashly a long time; she is doing search engine marketing with a top firm. Dana put in an appearance, saw Mike again, Brian just happened to be at the bar, and lots more people.

I made Anjali promise that since Ian has successfully given up all his health vices, and is in movie-star modeling shape, she could likewise give up her one unhealthy habit of crashing into things. I think we have a deal.