Portland was rather slow today. It rained on and off, and Izzy didn't particularly like it being wet outside. The excitement of television tonight was that Gilbert looked up and noticed that there were kittens on the screen. He barked a couple times and then laid down again.
Joan made a stir-fry and rice. Chicken and broccoli. Very good. And then we went to bed.
Last night I found a channel on my internet radio, something like Theater Of Insomniacs, that was dedicated to playing old Jean Shepherd shows, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
I love my internet radio. It hooks up to the computer server by wi-fi and pulls in tens of thousands of radio stations around the world. It's sort of like a 21st-Century shortwave, but the reception is a lot better, pretty much crystal clear. If I want to listen in to, say, a sports talk show in San Francisco I used to listen to when I was down there I can. Or I can listen to New York or the BBC in London, or a station in Scotland. I listen to Australia and New Zealand. Anywhere. I love it.
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