This is one of those perfect Fall days that begins cool and fresh and warms slowly. This is one of those days that smells like apples and makes me want to play hookey.

Mona Lisa and I have agreed to spruce up her room. She has been examining paint chips for a few weeks now and I sense that white smoke will soon herald a decision, brown smoke, of course, merely indicating burnt toast. As The Sprite will be attending party after party this weekend and The Flash will be in the Windy City [Neon Moon, of course being otherwise engaged in hobnobbing with her fellow artists in Syracuse], this presents itself as the perfect weekend to get started. Ah, the smell of paint!

It happened again. I went to a plaintiff’s attorney’s office for a deposition. Ok. Here is a reception area, here is an office, there a conference room and here is the gift shop. The GIFT SHOP??!! I guess I am dating myself by recalling the days when advertising by lawyers was simply not done. Now, of course, there are Godzilla sized counselors beaming at you from every billboard. But still, the merchandizing is getting out of hand. On the other hand, I guess anyone who is willing to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for a golf shirt or a memo pad deserves the opportunity to engage in that transaction.