How to Turn a Sphere Inside Out

My third losing show in a road, yet to make a sale but customers around here are as scarce as hen's teeth. Don't think anyone has sold anything. Next time I get the call for a show like this, I might be better off just pulling two thousand dollars out of my pocket and burning it. At least I will save on gas. My Los Angeles losing streak continues. My cohort from Miami, Steve and I are sharing a booth and meals together and we are easy compatriots, even with our political views in opposition. Lot's of serious farting. Would have been better off hanging out in the gallery.

Thom from Edenhurst brought over an 80 year old bottle of Haig and Haig whiskey worth many thousands of dollars and we have been dulling our pain with an occasional nip. Yesterday we went to Roscoes Chicken and Waffles for a soul food breakfast. Surprisingly good, but I stayed away from the grits. Today was Menudo day. Great except for the lack of hominy. Must be a regional thing. My cardiologist came by a few weeks ago and said I looked anemic so I am back on the beef. But to a lesser extent.

I miss my wife. It's hard to fathom that we are coming up on our twentieth year together. She is the best, most beautiful and loyal partner I could ever wish for. I talked to her a few hours ago. Our cat has evidently had it's third epileptic seizure in two days. A couple weeks ago she took an endo off the top deck. We need to find her another home. She has developed a quick resistance to the Phenobarbital. Need to find a new dog soon, hopefully a lab shepherd mix.  Odin has cancer, walks around in a continual daze and the two year old has no sense.  Keep getting calls that she's walked into someone's house or swimming pool across town somewhere.

I have had several blog readers stop by with encouragement and hope that I have time to do some serious writing during my lengthy downtime.

Back to the whiskey. Now you can turn a sphere inside out as well.