I love cheese. And no, it's not the cheese commercials that have brainwashed me. I just like cheese. We have seminars occasionally, and as usual we have a nice cheese spread and fruit and crackers etc. But when it comes time to swoop in on the leftovers, I'm sucking up cheese like there's no tomorrow. Soft cheese, hard cheese, chedder, smoked, whatever. If it came from a cow, I'm taking a bite. A lot of bites, actually. . . . . . . . . . . Punctual, I try to be. Punctual, I'm not. Meant all week to a) send in the credit card bill (and at $600, that bill better be in on time), and b) reply to the wedding RSVP. Of course, neither got done. And I just realized this on the train ride home. Thank goodness for the train ride home. A moment to decompress, if you call riding in a screaming metal can for an hour decompression. So I called the bride to be and left a message, which of course was garbled and incoherent. "I'm so busy I lost track of time." instead came out "I've got so many things going on your wedding slipped my mind." "Hi, it's Gene, thank you for the invitation." came out instead "Hi, it's Gene from the East coast. I don't know if you remember me." From now on I'm scripting everything I say on the phone. . . . . . . . . . . Cousin has prom tonight. She should be getting home right ... now. Hope it was fun for her. More to report tomorrow. Oh, and a pic or two from Fleet Week.