The title is a Tom Waits reference. Fans will know which album. After I'm done here, I'm going to apply my evil genius to devising a strategy for tickets to his show at the Auditorium, on August 9th.
When I start to write, it comes in spurts. This is one of those that I hope keeps on for a while. Look for a review of Cafe Bionda tomorrow on Chicagoist. It was one of those meals that just leaves a smile on your face hours after you finished the last ort.
A month ago, Emmy was in pain, having eaten some leaves from an African violet I've ben plantsitting, in order to get some fiber into her system. Today she's tearing through a giant bone I bought her last week. A step up, indeed.