Not from Bernie's. Apparently his report card was marginally less dismal than last time. Timmie may - may - have managed to get through to Stuart and Frida that counselling might be a better idea than further sanctions. I know I can't seem to, and neither can Stuart's mother. Sigh.
Took the dogs to the dog park with Timmie, and spent an hour watching him throw balls for Lucy while we wandered around and talked. Good weather for it.
We were at loose ends when we got back, so I finally had the chance to set him down in front of Blazing Saddles. Ended up with most of the family there. 'Twas cool. Went with Stuart to get Thai food, and we all gorged ourselves. Then I surfed pointlessly while everyone else watched some hilarious British Indian comedy show, and then Queer As Folk.
After Frida dragged Stuart off to the bedroom, we headed out to Berkeley for a revisit with Tori (
So, of course, on my way home I get a panicked call from