You know I was in the bathroom peeing (since you asked), in mid stream, and the it occurred to me that I hadn’t thought of you in a few days. One, two, three, I’m not really sure.  I suppose it might be inevitable, but it hadnt happened yet. Maybe it’s because I’m working too hard to think about anything outside the job and the dog at the moment. Anyway, I finally get in my car to go home and I see a message in WordPress from you. I found it strange and coincidental (or maybe not coincidental) that it happened on that day.  Psychic connection intact?  Not sure, but for that moment it was nice to entertain that it still is/was.  

What an interesting day. Hit the fest. Saw mama Mac. My cousin Laura was there. She moved to New Orleans. Hung w friends for a while then retired to the Krewe of Jazzfest tent.  My legs needed the seat. I did a yoga class at Reyn this morning. Dinner with Gena, Ron, my cousin, and a few others, then we parted company, so I rolled to Frenchmen, then to R-Bar, then Molly’s. Drinking my way back to the hotel. Tired, buzzed, and have more festing to do tomorrow. Kings of Leon and Blues Traveler!!  

I dreamt last night that the world had ended. You and I were walking down an empty, decaying street. I was trying to figure out which car we should take to drive to safety when we ran into a tall guy, who it turned out you had a thing with prior. Though he had a girlfriend now, it was intimated that there might still be something going on. Angrily, I left you to go get my car alone and drive off into a deadly, apocalyptic world, knowing that if somehow survived I would find my way back to you. I have no idea what that was.