Alone for the weekend…

Well, sort of. Anne is gone this weekend, she is on a free trip to Paris until Monday evening. She got to go through a tour company that she is contracted to take some kids to France next summer. I don’t know what to do besides stay awake, because an empty bed is a sad thing when you aren’t used to it. Makes me wish I had a dog or a cat.

So I’m sitting here listening to Jose Gonzalez, which is blowing my mind again. Its beautiful. I don’t see much live music, but I’d be real curious to see this guy.

Monday night…

I have been really itching to write some poetry lately…I’ve even been writing down some “found” phrases, which is always a good start. It feels good.