One of the fabulous ladies at my agent's office just called to ask if I wanted to do music videos.  Isn't that nice?  Didn't assume, she called to ask first.   And of course I will, but not that particular one she had in mind - although it looked ok, I get nervous when "overweight", "bathing suit", and "music video" come together.    Pay was decent though, which is nice and unusual for a music video.  I ALMOST went in on it... but... passed.  And that seemed okay with her.   I explained my position on everything in the universe, and she was kewl.  And she added some encouraging words about "when things pick up."  Now, I thought things were popping along at a good rate, but hey, that's fine with me too.

I broke one of the glasses from Finland this morning.  Evidently a 2-cup Pyrex measuring cup is tougher than a hand-blown glass.    Time to go to  Finland!