Kramer, just like the guy on TV

I was returning a call to a client today, and I got a hold of her secretary, “She’s on the other line right now, can I get your name?” “Kramer, just like the guy on TV. BUT I’M NOT LIKE HIM.” “Phone number where we can reach you?” “512/209-2200.” “And who are you with, Mr. Kramer?” “Okay, I know this is a sad fact, but I’m not with anyone right now. Bad news with Valentine’s this Sunday, but there you have it. And Kramer’s my first name.” I was moderately depressed today, one of those days when it’s cold and gray outside, too cold for a decent walk, and while I’m waiting on a friend for this evening, I just sit here and starve myself. I finally broke down, and got out a can of tuna. Of course, now the cat thinks it’s for her. I’ve been avidly reading Duane’s Depressed, laughing at most of it, until I get about two thirds done with it, and suddenly, I’m beginning to think I’m depressed, just like Duane. Must be the sudden cold front that blew in. Glad I didn’t change the flannel sheets yet. Of course, an Aquarius (or is that a Capricorn with lots of Aquarius), some country music, and big old plate of Threadgill’s vegetables always makes me feel better. Seems like there were a lot of road songs this evening, at least in the first set.