29° on a Sunday afternoon. Not much going on in the past 48 hours. There was a plan to hang out with Mike yesterday but it did not happen as I was a little bit under the weather. I did rally but it was decided that I stay home and take care of myself, which is what I basically do every day and have done every day since that awful week in November.

Now it is February and it’s the usual wintertime bleakness. Bill is off to the gym, Mike is working and I am a solo act again. The only plan I have is to go out and buy some good multivitamins since I may be deficient in some supplemental areas. Resumes go out like bread cast on the water and neither fish nor fowl return in kind.

I shot a few videos the other day which I haven’t posted anywhere. I haven’t checked it out either. I really should. It’s all part of the plan for a webcast. I also had an idea for Mike to do reviews of movies he has seen, maybe lasting for a minute or two.

The plan so far is me reading older posts from this here blog, having Bill ask me questions about what I just read, some video I shoot from around town, short interviews with various friends, and Mike’s reviews. I hope to get it all around 15 minutes.

No idea on how to monetize this concept, so I guess I would just keep working until that happens. If it happens at all. Money is not the goal but if it happens I would not turn it down. I did plan on writing yesterday but could not get it together despite the fact that I was sitting where I write, just like I am now.

The difference between then and now is that I am writing instead of thinking about it. There was an interview with Michael Pain in the New York Times where he was asked about his diaries and how he edits them knowing that they would eventually be read by other people. And I suppose that is what I do as well.

There were a few posts on this here blog way back when and Juan read them and said some were a bit harsh, so they were removed from public consumption.

Michael Palin quote on writing: “Everyone should try it. You don’t have to be a great writer, just writing down what happened the day before- it’s quite good for you. To define what your life is about. The diaries constantly surprise me, how I completely contradict myself.”

And I guess I do just that, but to remove myself from subjectivity to objectivity is always a challenge, at least a challenge to pull it off successfully. Soon I will be out on the street. Buying yet another Mega Millions ticket, maybe a cigar and the vitamins. After that, my day is an open book, albeit halfway done I reckon.