I’ve returned to my computer because we’ve been in the car for a couple of hours and I’ve gotten squirrelly and Heather’s getting annoyed. I’ve gone from conversation to the point where I’m just sort of poking her, and Heather hates that. I mean – it was probably cute about five years ago – but not so much now. We’re having a little dance party to Pink and the Black Eyed Peas while passing daffodils at high speed – waves of yellow picked out against the grey of the day.
As we’ve headed south it’s gotten progressively darker and the weather reports have become more ominous. They got four inches of rain in an hour last night – and the forecasts all go something like “well, it won’t be as bad as LAST night” which implies to me that there could still be a danger of our poor Saturn being washed away.
Watching the scenery flash by, trying to plan out the next three months of my Life, fielding calls from bars and placing calls TO bars, leaving messages, making notes, generally staring at my calendar and willing more people to say “yes, let me at least TRY to pay you what you’re worth” – I need booking agents. Threatening booking agents.
