…I dreamt Sharif had a heart attack on stage last night. Playing bass, his mouth lolling and foam-flecked. I was face-to-face with him. Gripping him by the arms, the bass pressed between us. His neck straining as he lost sensibility before he lost consciousness. Lowering him to the stage as EMS was called. Flashing lights…
Let’s go home. There was a baby squirrel that woke Heather up. It was Apollo the cat’s birthday and he had a party. We went to a beautiful outdoor coffee shop and had mediocre coffee but AMAZING bagels with the best spicy cream cheese I’ve ever had!
