Like, when isn't it? One of those days. And it has already begun. It's Friday, Matt's day, plus plus plus.

Anon, anon.

Later: How can anyone sign up with a "like" when I haven't said anything yet? Well,first, John Denver: "Sunshine almost always makes me happy/ sunshine almost always makes me high." The sun is shining; it's a beautiful, crisp, fall day and we live in hope...that the JAYS WILL WIN THE GAME TONIGHT. I hope so.

I'm celebrating birthdays this weekend, beginning today with my friend and mentor who divides his time between here and Cleveland. He's in Cleveland today; I'll invite him for dinner next week. Tomorrow I will celebrate with a friend by taking her to a movie - a rare treat for both of us,and a birthday treat for her. Sunday I will serve brunch to another birthday girl and her husband and a mutual friend. I'll do a frittata; I'm good at frittatas. Sunday evening Matt will come for Sunday dinner; he has chosen chicken. God knows what the Jays will be doing by Sunday and He hasn't told me yet. I just have to wait and see.

In the meantime, I am living a double life. My characters in my screenplay are coming to life inside my head and I begin to hear their voices, saying things that only they -- each one -- can say. And I am seeing scenes that didn't exist before. It's great when I get to this stage because even when I'm not writing, I'm writing. If all goes well, maybe by next week I can put something into the hard drive....I hope.

I'm hoping for the Blue Jays right now. Bless us all. I hope.

Not only yesterday's game but space in my day and mind. Blog lost to Blue Jays. Well, they need me.

I've actually started to do a little work while I watch. There are some multitask things I can do while watching and during commercials, so that eases my conscience a bit, and my workload.

I can't say as much for the NYT. i get it daily online now and I'm going to have to stop, or be more disciplined. I woke early enough this morning to have time to write my blog before swimming but the NYT was right there and I got hooked (too often). But how else would I have known that Paul West died? Among other things.

In the meantime, I have started a countdown towards the creation of a (first draft) screenplay. I can see it pretty clearly now but I have only just begun to vibrate with the emotions of the characters. Fits and starts.

Like the Jays. Do you think they'll make it to the World Series? Oh, my suffering blog!