AUSTIN, Texas, Feb. 12, 2005 — It's Saturday. Not that it makes a big difference. I get up late, goof around, go to the club. Have a pretty good workout (fifty minutes on the bike, a few weight things like biceps curls and static lunges and a bunch of ab and lower back exercises), starting on a Paul Auster book (The New York Trilogy, Three Novellas) and a book about buildings in Manhattan that have been in movies. The latter apologizes for ones that have disappeared since publication (1999), presuming, however, that some "such as the Empire State Building" will not disappear. (And, yes, the twin towers are mentioned in their turn...as backdrops in scenes from Trading Places and Three Days of the Condor.

When I get home, I have a nice shower and we get ready to go shopping. We need a laser printer since both of ours have problems and the newest is probably six or more years old. For some reason we decide to go to Fry's. We even think we might go to CompUSA or something. At Fry's we wander among the printers, clueless. Then we wander the digital cameras and the refrigerators. I decide shopping online will be better.

We consider going to get something to eat or to another store but quickly decide against it. We go home. I make myself some tasty nachos. I work on the taxes, copying and reviewing some more 1099's and K1's that have arrived.

The first novella in this Paul Auster book ("City of Glass") is a fragile tale of identity, language, mystery and classic suffering. It has me thinking.

Go to the club and eat dinner to finish up our quarterly food minimum. Home again we crank up the DVD player and watch Ray and some TV. I have one drink. (A Manhattan expertly made by FFP.) And soon we succumb to sleep.