5:15 AM PDT - Jul. 13, 2004
i almost see the point to having children for zostrich so he has just recovered from his summer virus, the endless hours of vomiting and diarrhea and fever and still the discomfort of the second ticking by will not leave him. it's inexorable, this malaise, that in less than one month the world has gone from his oyster to his brussel sprout, the broccoli kryptonite of his being that leads to my insomnia. it's 1:30PM now, hot, dry, the California that is and should be and my son is Godzilla who has discovered the power of an opposable thumb. and my battery now says 30 seconds if that and i will lose this moment of the green and the garden hose and how i know how Moses felt when it rained that maybe God was just a child at that point and the only action figure he wanted to keep was one that loved animals and was not afraid of getting wet.
