It’s beautiful outside, but I’m not. . .
It is so gorgeous outside – a fall day – there is music drifting over from City Park as Voodoo Fest is underway – kids are canoeing in the bayou – the sky is a perfect blue – it’s going to be hard to stay inside this weekend and nurse my face along while the neighborhood is gunho with music, festivities, people – man of mystery called saying he remembered last year when we biked over to Voodoo Fest (he’s moving to Portland, a whole exiled group forming over there) – here is a pic of my dogs looking at my face and saying, “Aw, what did you go and do that for?”
