Slept poorly and briefly, woke dizzy, going back to
sleep. Plan for weekend had originally been to try to
sort out how to hit both the Bon Voyage party and the
Four Birthdays party while spending as much time as
possible visiting
anniemal. Not getting
to urgent things I should've done yesterday because
I ran out of steam early, wanting to go to the memorial
concert for Dawn on Sunday, and needing to fit in a visit
to Mom and my brother combine to make a shambles of any
sense that I knew what I was going to do this weekend.
So I still hope to see various people various places, but
y'all should consider my location and velocity effectively
random (or at least uncertain) for a while. I'm a wave
function or something this weekend. If any of y'all
swiped the Heart Of Gold, suitable application of a cup of
really hot tea or other suspension of particles in a
turbulent medium may affect the likelihood of your seeing
me in your vicinity; otherwise just consider me to be
moving like a Brownie myself the next 48 hours. Wow, what
a tortured tangle of metaphors and references ... if my
writing is that allusory (:-P) I clearly didn't sleep
enough.
I shall endeavor to write something today that's not about my body, my schedule, mourning, or politics. But first, more sleep. And maybe listening to the result of Thursday night's recording session at different volumes to make sure I'm really as happy with it as I was on Thursday night. (I am so ready for the second HCB CD to be done ... I can't speak for the rest of the band, but I've started feeling impatient to start working on a third one. And I want everyone else to be able to hear what I've been playing on my car stereo for the past few months.)