The mushroom pizza with the curiously bubbled crust could have been just what Evan needed when he dragged himself back out of bed at 1:30 in the afternoon. After making an early trip to the post office where he mailed off a copy of Henri Cole’s Marble Queen, there hadn’t seemed to be much to do with the rest of the morning. He realized that this wasn't the right week for a spring trip to Provincetown. There was also apparently the chance that he might get attacked by cicadas if he simply went out hiking. Not that he’d seen any cicadas... or would even know a cicada if he did see one ... was it even likely to see just one?

Evan had lain in bed not really sleeping and not really listening to a bewildering mix of music ... Sibelius, Beethoven, a raucous Mozart power symphony ... that was this morning’s relentless arts and culture barrage from WGBH and the soothing sound of a lawn mower weaving around trees at the house next door.

Evan wanted to get back in touch with channeled Andy. The Gray Zone report by Seymour Hersh that had come out in New Yorker only a day after Andy had made an offhand remark about a Rumsfield connection with prisoner interrogation might mean that Andy, or the Greek ... Evan wasn’t too sure he believed the channeling routine was real even after the cute trick with the Polaroid ... the Greek might know things ... things that it could be very interesting to also know ... things that even the folks at Wonkette didn't know.

Panagiotopoulos ... the name of the Greek who had channeled Andy Williams was Panagiotopoulos ... George Panagiotopoulos ... or so April had told him yesterday. She also told him that George had been an engineer who was working in Home Land Security and was now retired, or maybe laid off. He had actually stopped into the OB looking for a job as a chef. He didn’t get one. April had no idea where else Evan might find him other than maybe back at the OB and she had promised to text him if George showed up when she was working.

The pizza was good but it hadn’t been the answer. Now that he was finished there didn’t seem to be all that much to do with the rest of the day either. Evan flipped through his mail ... an offer from At&T to provide local service and a Performing Arts Center flyer ... more technology, more culture ... just what he didn't need ... he crawled back into bed. Hopefully Mimsy, who was back from vacation, wouldn’t be banging on his door looking for a ride to softball practice. He turned on the radio and pulled the sheet over his head. With any luck he would sleep through the night and miss American Idol.

Evan's dreams were of horses ...medicating, grooming and mucking them. It was a little blurry in spots but it sounded interesting. Maybe he needed to look into a move to the northwest and a life as a horsewhisperer. He remembered Ryan Seacrest handing him a sheet of paper that read:

A WESTERN WASHINGTON PRIVATE ESTATE is looking for an experienced horseperson to care for two senior horses, canines and estate maintenance. Job description: feeding, medicating, grooming, mucking, cleaning, general building and grounds maintenance/repair. Requirements: familiarity with equine health care. Assessment, prevention of illnesses, injuries, etc. Experience with farm equipment, ability to perform minor repairs, to be organized, work with minimal supervision. No riding or training. Non smoking/drinking, drug free. Clean driving and criminal record, debt free. Recent verifiable references, face to face interview and/or short try out. Will provide: serene working environment on idyllic 150 acres, surrounded by mountains, creek, woods, wildlife, yet close to everything. Separate living quarters, utilities, local phone, satellite TV. Salary commensurate to ability and responsibilities. Please call: (360) 474-1875, Fax: (360) 474-0776, email: juliarott@att.net or write: PO Box 356, Silvana WA 98287