Again, this morning awoke feeling like I’m on the verge of getting sick – of getting what L, man of mystery has had for the last two weeks or so – want to go see Abby but don’t want to give it to her. Walked the Bean this morning around the bayou – she’s getting old, it’s disconcerting to see her snow bear face greet me when I wake, but it’s more disconcerting to think of her not greeting me. I saw K from Stripease running on the bayou and we both stopped because I wasn’t expecting to see her nor she, me. I pointed out the LaLa to her across the bayou and she said, “you lucky dog” – and to that I just have to nod. As I came around Dumanine Street I ran into the BSF, who I haven’t seen in a while, and he was awful chatty this morning.
Tonight I might have to cancel my date with G and lounge for the Lord instead.