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Dog update: Daisy was fine for the first twenty-four hours following her bizarre episode of Sunday night. Last night I woke up to Zuko's crying at about 3 a.m. I got up to let them out, and my olfactory nerve was immediately assaulted by the smell of a billion toxic poops. A poop bomb had gone off in Daisy's crate. It was ugly. I set about cleaning the floor, cleaning the crate, cleaning Daisy. There were hoses, wet wipes, towels, Lysol, and Comet involved. It was a surreal scene to be sure to be out in the backyard in the middle of the night dealing with a river of poop, a volcano of poop really. I knew my co-worker would be staying home today because her daughter has chickenpox, and I found myself becoming deliriously indignant that the same allowance can't be made for me to stay home to tend to my sick dog. What an unfair world, I thought miserably, letting myself get worked up into quite the offended froth. Once the filth was taken care of, Zuko went back to bed, and Daisy drank about a gallon of water and then passed out on a pillow on the floor next to the couch, which I settled onto so I could be near her in case she had an emergency. Which she didn't, thank God. I gave her the last dose of Zuko's Centrine from his not even remotely as bad explosion recently, and I hope that's helping. Here's what I last ate: a homemade fruit salad. Here's what I want to eat: The cashew chicken from the Chinese place by my apartment in Florida. Eggplant miso. Some kind of ice cream with some kind of chocolate candy mixed in. Love nuts. A box of garlic melba toasts. Anything that's not good for me. Last night I caught the last hour of this show on Eugene O'Neill. I was flipping channels and saw Tony Kushner, so I stopped because he's a great local boy. And for the rest of the show, I was just riveted. It was so well done. I should not have been surprised because the only other American Masters episode I've seen was the one with Robert Capa, and it was awesome. I think I'm going to have to Season Pass this series. Anyway. This one on O'Neill was just heartbreakingly good. They were talking about this play that O'Neill had labored over so intensely and how it was based on his own family and how it is just the most brilliant thing ever but they would never name it so I assumed it was Long Day's Journey into Night but I was not sure because that is what an ignoramus I am and the extent of my knowledge of the play -- seriously -- is that it's beloved by Colin in Ellen Emerson White's Romance Is a Wonderful Thing, otherwise known as one of the best teen romances ever read by me. I had no idea that O'Neill had dictated that the play never be published or performed and that his wife straight up published it anyway after he died. Jason Robards, an original Broadway cast member, talked about opening night and how the audience was crying and completely silent when the curtain call began. It was very moving, I have to say. Just outstanding stuff all around. I'm going to borrow my boyfriend's copy of the play to read, and I've put the Katharine Hepburn / Jason Robards movie in my Netflix queue. If you can catch this show, do try. The readings by Christopher Plummer and Robert Sean Leonard blew me away, especially when Leonard said, "As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death." God. It was just excellent. Sometimes it amazes me how there are all of these wondrous works of art that I have not seen or heard or read or experienced. I feel silly coming late to them, but I am grateful to find them at all. And now, gratuitous Marley photos. 
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