'better'

news from LA (thanks rachael) - tripp did have the surgery and it went well. he is in receovery now. it was scar tissue blocking things up. everybody can let a deep breath out now.

i'm not exactly sure why i am up (and posting!) at 7.30 on a saturday morning after crawling into bed around 3 post-night-skiing. but here i am. part of my cheery consciousness i believe can be credited to being buoyed up by the news of tripp's surgery success; it's been challenging to concentrate on a whole lot else.

i have lost my glasses (insert whine a la scooby doo's velma) somewhere in the recesses of my untidy bedroom and am typing this mole-like, squinting hard at the keyboard. this simile might be slightly difficult to digest upon cfurther consideration, as i know of no moles who can type.

then again, i don't actually kinow any moles.

arthur miller passed away. he was my favorite playwright - well, still is. death of a salesman is my favorite play. i haven't had the opportunity to teach it yet, though in a way i am kind of scared to, because what if my teaching in some way mangles the play's greatness and i negatively influence a kid toward it?

hm. perhaps i should go back to bed.