Right now I’m having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before. — Steven Wright

We’re at the dock, it’s cold and cloudy and windy, and we’re waiting for the ferry, which won’t be here until 2 p.m. The scenery is BEAUTIFUL here in Two Harbors, Catalina. Though I can’t help thinking, “Catalina is the Wall Mart of islands.” I’m glad for that, because it’s affordable for folks like me, but surprised, because we’re not that far from ritzy bits of L.A. where people have fancy yachts they might sail to this lovely little oasis, where they might throw their money around to raise the bar on accommodations and shit. Still, probably for the better, else we wouldn’t be able to so easily come here for a while to escape civilization and get some work done. Speaking of which, I’ve made GREAT progress on my project, even though it seems as if I’m back to square one. Square one hundred is more like it, and I wouldn’t be at this square if I hadn’t traveled across all of the others before it. Exciting, frustrating, but then even more exciting. I’m encouraged and hopeful, especially after a 4.5 hour phone conference yesterday with my partner/producer about what I’d come up with so far.

What else? I saw a bison, fairly close up. He was chilling on the beach, then rolling around in the sand, probably molting. We’ve had a lot of great down-time, and David has been, as he always is, supportive, helpful, sexy, and amusing, the perfect companion for work and play. There was some kind of surprised little league tournament here that began on Saturday. So the area went from serene and quiet to filled with loud, mess-making boys and their even louder parents. It’s a good thing we brought wine and toys to distract us from life’s irritations. Children are not a joy for me. Now I need to switch gears and think about what to write in my column this week, because at this point, I’ve got nuthin’. ACK! My mind has been so focused on the one story, there hasn’t been room for any others, but I must make that room, because a deadline looms. And I also need to come up with the brief content for my TV spot again this Friday. Where the hell did I put those pills? I feel a freak-out coming on.