driving a red truck

I kept thinking about my buddy’s girlfriend who gave me ride back to the Dallas airport after yesterday’s meeting. This morning, I got an E-mail from her, worried that I would mention her in the journal. I wouldn’t ever mention it! [She’s such a shining example of what an Aries woman can look like: driving a red truck. It was too perfect.] Better, though, was the Capricorn at the airport in Austin. And Chinese food. I really need to hone the Year of the Cat stuff, now. My boss agrees. Despite the low, gray clouds scudding across the sky I did manage to get in a little bit of a hike today. Wasn’t the full distance, and as I was coming back down Congress Avenue, a couple of conventioneers were paused in front of a cafe with a sign that says, “Avenue Cafe.” To those of us in the know, and according to a certain Virgo former governor of Texas, it’s a good place to eat. I paused long enough to gesture and tell the convention attendees that the food was good in there — and I speak from experience.