Michigan & Huron

I am in Chicago. The weather is great. I had fruit and a bran muffin for breakfast. Always, my size is too big. Not always, just often. Progress toward shrinking down to me is slowly evident.

Went to the Billy Goat Tavern yesterday. It's the place John Belushi spoofed in the "Cheeseborger, cheeseborger, cheeseborger, no Coke---Pepsi" sketches on Saturday Night Live. The cook is exactly the same, but I noticed Coke products in the house.

Drinking for the sake of drinking is a bore. And evidence of nothing to offer.

My hair acts up so on vacation; why? My appearance becomes unruly, embarrassing, cumbersome, limited. Or does my perception?

I'm not nearly as miserable as I sound. Are you?