It's been raining for about five days, and the rain's been keeping me out of my garden, which I suppose is a fine thing. Perhaps I've had other things to do. I'm not really sure. My roommate's been out of town for a week, on the Cape, and I've been spending a lot of time alone, so much that when someone asks me what I've been up to—well, we've been down this road before. Last night I went out for one night cap, and the old drummer for Sebadoh, who was also seated at the bar and drinking a Coors Light, immediately started accosting me, asking me if I remembered his name. Yeah, it's Eric, I said. And then Sasha pulled up a stool beside me and asked me what I'd been up to. How to tell people you barely know about your life? Generally, I claim that I have no idea how I spend my time, and sometimes that's the truth. Yesterday the rain kept me inside. I mended my wallet and made this video postcard. One day soon I shall fill my sink with ice water and prepare my sweet corn for the freezer. In the meantime, this one minute and seventeen second postcard will have to do.