Not Dead Yet

[james_davis_nicoll]

44 doesn't feel much different from 43.

And tonight, I finally get to see THE INCREDIBLES, which various events have thus far prevented me from seeing. I've covered all the bases for seeing it today, though: there are two copies of the DVD available and three systems to see it on. Assuming this isn't like the COUPLING DVDs, where a good fraction of one printing had a defective section on the disc, I should have seen it by midnight.

I got taken out to dinner yesterday (because the person taking me out observes Lent and I wanted to try a restaurant whose food is meat heavy). The dinner was great but I won't mention where because of what I assume was an unrelated event I want to mention: as I was leaving the restaurant, I had the weirdest event, a sudden taste of acid in my mouth and a total inability to speak, along with some breathing issues. Drinking water seemed to help but my throat is still sore. I blame aging.

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[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Ahh, the lovely forties . . . I turned 52 extremely recently. To celebrate, I ... made corned beef and cabbage, because this is the time of year when the good butcher has it.

The nice fellow is pressuring me to do something that's birthdayish, and I just don't know.