Sleeping in was a great idea, but it was Monday Full Moon morning, and when the computer fired up the modem at dawn, I had to get up and take a look. I’ve got to be careful about answering the over night mail. I can never remember what I said, and the typo’s are horrendous. Worked, walked 5+ miles in record time, got home in time to grab some lunch with friends. Then hustle back and do one of those long “dinner” readings. But after a tub of Guero’s Green Salsa, and some Amy’s Ice Cream, I was too full to even think about any dinner.
I woke up at three in the morning, got up, fired up the essay writing software and put down some ideas. I’ve been meaning to write about Near Death Experiences, and I never got around to it. If I have the nerve, I might put it up later. Took an hour, and it covered the one last summer in greatest detail. Of course, it might have been fueled by too much Cajun spice in dinner last night, too. Never can tell. Those mudbugs were really tasty. 2K words in hour. I think I’ll go back to bed and sleep in.
“It winds from Chicago to LA. Get your kicks on Route 66….” It was the lack of decent late night radio that had me flip over to this one station. After Saturday’s unsuccessful attempt to learn how to program my new CD player, I’m back to listening to the radio. The good thing about a CD player is that the “album” won’t get worn out if it gets stuck playing the same song over and over. I’ve heard the same song for the past 48 hours, every time I turn on the CD — a vintage Santana piece.
