The swim was a short one at the Freeport Y, the mood for it being what it was -- or wasn't. Stopped at Josh's Tavern on the way back, chowed the cheddar burger and quaffed a Stella, this while the Sox were delayed by rain. Now, back at the Dog to share the moment while the 7.5 gigs of Final Cut Pro docs are loading on the hard drive. Sundloff'ed be so proud. It is why I got the MacBook Pro in the first place after all (and it's only two years later): making a movie. After I figure out the technology of the video editing here -- thank you, library book -- the next step is to write a script with frickin' laser beams on its head.
The way things go.