May 4, 2003
Didn’t go into town yesterday. Took three naps. Felt good. Kathy and I drove in at seven and I got my shot, then we went shopping at PV Mall (Betty’s birthday present). I bought a remainder book at B. Dalton on combat photography from the Civil War to the Gulf War ($5 cash), then we went over to Russ and Wendy Shaw’s. Decided to go down into Phoenix and eat at the Fish Company on Camelback. Great food ($41 house debit). Went back to their house and watched the DVD of transvestite stand-up comedian Eddie Izzard. Really funny guy. Stayed up too late, got home at 1 A.M.

Got up at 7:30 and drove down for shot. Place abandoned on Sunday morning, except me and three old guys on chemo. They weren’t very funny (unless you count the guy next to me, snoring). One of the nurses told me her theory on why the 101 freeway is so dangerous: “It’s those Humvees. They’re aggressive weapons and you always see them parked in front of Mexican food restaurants.” I’m not sure about the last part being why the 101 is so dangerous, but she's right on. As for my coumadin levels, I’m still at a measly 1.35.

Made it home around 10:30, cleaned in studio, went for a walk. Inventoried the “Smoke Signal” booklets, which are pubs from the Tucson Westerners Corral. Very good stuff. I think Gus will really be able to use some of the map stuff.

Going over to Betty’s for dinner. Kathy cooked a turkey.

“I once shook hands with Pat Boone and my whole right side sobered up.”
—Dean Martin