It's Thursday, January 1, 2015. In Indianapolis the sun shines and the F is about 20.

Last night Indy had it's first Indy Car Drop on Georgia Street as part of a gala New Year celebration. An action everyone seemed to hope would become a tradition. Well, many hoped.... I, for one, cringe. Kelly and David had been visiting here. Both were lucky enough to have left before the big event. I speculate that equivalent drops in Berlin and Mission Viejo might have incorporated a giant swastika and a skateboard. A bust of Wagner and one of a 16 mm film projector. Too much. vague mental images are better than real printed words.  What would it be like to spend life in an opium dream?

I have notice that both David and Kelly have arrived safely in a timely manner in their respective current homes. As for me, I eat too much and dream of warmer climes, foreign destinations, and strength and riches to come. 

During the visit of my offspring my computer landscape was reordered as were my closets. I am enjoying the fruits of both. I also had time to become acquainted with the most charming, well-behaved, elegant dog in Indy. Todd was a joy to have around and ate popcorn happily while the rest of us, K, D, Glen and I ate pizzas and other satiating treats.
I now have a surfeit of unneeded bedding and an unused inflatable bed. If the heat goes out and my apartment temperature reaches negative 0 temperatures I am safe. Suffocated beneath  an excess of comforters, but warm. Butter Pecan beckons.                         —30—