Today was Monday in every sense of the word – overcast and rainy this morning so coudn’t walk the Bean. Many false starts to a day that was supposed to be about checking off “to do” items with work. A sleight of hand yet again by the barrista who gave me caf instead of decaf, which had the effect of making me circle the outer limits of the galaxy. At the LaLa, K slipped and almost broke his neck coming down the ramp to hand me some chocolates he brought me – yes, he’s back.
In order to change the tenor of the day, at dusk, I went for a run around the bayou from the Can to Desaix and back and around. The wind was squall-like in its strength with no chill to it whatsoever, but also little dampness. I wanted to write across the sky that I love New Orleans, that tomorrow I hope L’s surgery fixes his back forever, that Yahoo better have something good to say in its earnings call, that I cannot wait to live in the LaLa, and that at 47 years old I have had such a wonderful life, I wish I had nine lives to live.