Off to the airport

Off to the airport at an unreasonable hour of the morning, short trip to Dallas for the day, just in time to see Ma Wetzel for Easter. For a Saturday, I sure spent a lot of time on the phone — working. I picked up a greeting card for the family, for Easter, not because it’s a holiday I have much to do with, but I guess it’s the thing to do. “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” [Annie Dillard] Days like Saturday are near perfection. Close, but not quite. I had to arrange to spend a little more time talking and little less time writing, but the afternoon hike was long, arduous, and punctuated by good Mexican food. So a little work that I enjoy, some exercise, some delicious cuisine, it’s how I choose to spend my days, and thus, live my live. I like it like this. Feels like a perpetual summer. You know, pop on around the corner, and hear the Derailers play their last set at the Spoke. Get noticed by several people for my Patchouli aroma. No, that was the weirdest. First it was the door guy, then some woman, and finally a Virgo I ran into….