Some people even listen to their astrologer!

I get wonderful inspirations when I’m along the shore of the lake. Or the river, depending on which side of the dam I’m on. I there’s footpath that I like, and it seems that a number of kids who are not in school at the moment have discovered some of the better fishing spots. I was reflecting on the quality of air, the way the atmosphere feels in Austin, especially down alongside the river. Now, I’ve spent nearly a quarter of my life in the desert environments, place where the humidity can be registered in the single digits, and triple digit temperatures really don’t feel that hot. But the air in Austin feels remarkably different. The Texas Gulf coast has one feeling, but the humidity here is more gentle, almost softer. And with the recent weather patterns, there have been these giant rain clouds which scurry up from somewhere, following the line of the river’s channel. The Austin air feels “soft” with an almost gentle quality to it. The humidity on the coast is almost caustic, laden with sea air, to a certain extent, tart. But here? It’s an easy going humidity. There’s something about travel which just wears me, and as much as I like to get up and go, the getting home part is still exhausting. Perhaps it was just because I spent the better part of yesterday rebuilding a set of keys — maybe that’s why I was so tired. There just seemed like there was an inordinate amount of work involved in getting together another office key, another trailer key, another mail box key, and the list goes on. I was watching my buddy’s television, “Don’t get used to it — Monday night football starts soon.” It was Ally McBeal, and she was making a speech in front of a judge, and all of this had something to do with the show’s plot. I was busy looking at the girls on the television, and then I hear the main character say, “Some people even listen to their astrologer!” Never mind, like so much in the summer, it must have been a rerun.