Midweek musings of a desultory nature...

My new nokia phone has many features, but my absolute favorite is the recorder. Because of this function, my morning alarm at 6am for my 7pm yoga is Coby saying, "Wake Up Mama, time for work!" And my ring tone is Kaylee singing ABBA's Mamma Mia lustily into my ear: "Yes, I've been broken-hearted, blue since the day we parted. Why Why, did I have to let you go. Mamma Mia, now I really know, why why, I should never let you go!"

M and D brought LOST, 2nd Season. Like junkfood crazed teenagers, T and I went for it way too fast, and now there's a sugar crash in the aftermath. And there's also more craving and the first season of Joey, as amusing as it is, just doesn't cut it. I think it's the hunger for a good story. As annoying as LOST can be, there's plot there that satisfies in that "and then what happened?" way. You can't help wanting to know what happened. Must remember that for fiction. The minute people stop caring about what's going to happen, you've LOST your reader.

Am rereading Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. Wow, wow, wow. It's even better now than when I first read it. There are three dimensional pictures in his words. And he died a drunk, with just one or two other works. Tragic. It makes me want to weep.

Coby got sent home from school yesterday. They suspected he had HFM Disease. Apparently, all the parents of 1B got an email saying there was a case of HFM. I hit the roof and called the school. Told them it was highly premature of them to issue this email and that they were being very irresponsible, causing a panic among the parents. As it turns out, there was an actual confirmed case, other than Coby (who by the way was given a clean bill of health).

It's been raining. Hopefully, I make a dent in the work.