Cookies!

One of my favourite patients stopped in to see me today. Brought me holiday cookies. So sweet of him, and not something that most people would do. Good cookies too, not supermarket fare. Made by the wedding cake designer in town, each easily 6" in diameter, heavy on the frosting. Yummy! He knew there were only five or six girls in the office, and he brought in forty cookies. 4-0. Maple walnut just for me he said. So sweet. He knows my weakness. But... he's also the same guy who hooked me up with George Gruhn, so... At least he didn't try to match me up with his son again, altho it was mentioned how John has so many women after him now. The poor kid stutters so badly and is so shy I doubt there's many girls after him. He is sweet tho; that has an intrinsic value of it's own. Would be a nice cushy life as he's getting ready to graduate from law school, but I could not handle his father. Nice guy - nutjob. Good cookies tho.


Baker day tomorrow. Life should be easier.

Now if only I can figure out why there's no audio to the video I shot in Paul's basement. If anything it should be clipping and over-distorted, not absent. Unless there's a safety cutoff for the equipment, but that's stupid.