Coffee at Jo’s

Coffee at Jo’s. Ah, the day is getting a little better. Great, now I’m known as “that fish guy,” courtesy of Magnolia South — at least I got their web address. Then, later in the evening, I was consoling a buddy with a fractured heart. There are days when it’s great to be absolutely single. But I watched as he consumed part of glass of white wine and a bag of Whoppers. This is a Texas, and I guess that what helps mend busted veins, if not the whole heart. Glad it wasn’t me. Whoppers and White Wine — the very thought of the combination, it’s just not something I think I can do. It was a nice day in Texas, but there was very unsettled energy to it all. Cancer Moon? Sun Square Sun? Or is Mars slowing down? There is a cure, though. One word, works every time, and it’s solid proof that I’ve lived in Texas too long. What comfort food did I reach for? Ordered me up a plate of “Barbacoa.” Actresses may faint atthe sight of it, but it really, really works.