I'da had more time but for a spontaneous brunch with a friend who's about to go away for the summer.
I've got my all-black on now, and me'n' pup're gonna go out for another walk, cuz the sun's finally come out, and we're at the high for the day (50°F), then off to sing a few songs with some bellydancers. Maybe the shaggy beast'll be happy I shirked my tenorly duties & won't be gone so long. Don't tell her I may stop at the grocery store on the way home.
I feel an impulse to add a line here about jonesing, and it occurs to me that I could practically build it into a template, the way it occurs to me so often, in a pause. Like an email signature. I think I want to say it cuz of some fantasy that saying it might --- well. Here I am, jonesin' again.
