Saturday, May 22, 2004
I telephoned April's mommy and daddy (now that I am a grown up, they tell me I may call them "Kenny" and "Paul") with notification of my impending arrival at their domicile next weekend. They seemed thrilled. April considerately washed her bedsheets before she left for Vienna, which might make one wonder what, precisely, she does to them. However, I am aware that April never sleeps under the covers, and therefore washes her sheets once every two or three years. Before April returns, I shan't wash her sheets for her. She probably won't notice.at 6:56 PM
