Friends,
I don’t know if I should stop addressing everyone as friends, since John McCain does it in his speeches and while we should remember he was tortured (who can forget? -ed), I find him icky. In a creepy Bush Administration Forever kind of way. Feel free to throw down an opinion in the comments on whether you’d like to be known as friends or not. Kind of the anti-Facebook effect, don’t you think?
It seems that I’ve caught a mild form of whatever mutated flu bug has been creeping around the Festival Of Dirt. Aches, pains, close and lengthy examinations of the wallpaper in the water closet, the whole thing. I had the privilege of spending a gorgeous but chilly day inside napping today. Not such a bad thing, but the dreams were hallucinatory in nature. While seated at an outdoor bar in Palm Springs (just outside my mountain cabin’s front door) during a book signing party, I found that I had to gouge Johnny Depp’s eyes out. Not the current Depp, but the 21 Jump Street Depp. Then in the dream, I woke up briefly to see an Indian wearing an orange Soroptimist’s vest and tall black hat with an eagle feather walking across my deck. Naturally, as happens in dreams, I tried to get up to follow him but couldn’t.
Semi-consciousness was the highlight of my afternoon. How was yours?
Maybe not yet coherent,
– bob