Having mate in bed on a lazy sunday morning is the best way to start things off... Father's day comes on a day when the sun is shining brightly through the low layer of fog, and as I complain inside about my ultra-sensitive tooth, I try to push it out of my mind and get myself pumped up to go do stuff. Errands, like get more salad fixings and juice, beer for my babe to dull his brain when he comes home late from working in the hot hot hicksville blues river, and perhaps a long bike ride to the Grove for the summer free concert series...
Regardless, things are once again lazily perfect, and eventually I'll gather my bones up and about, and do something productive... Strange dreams last night made me realize that sleep is overrated, and maybe I'm better off with less than 7 or 8 rather than more.
I'm bummed that I didn't get to surprise R at the airport yesterday, but that's what ya get when you have to travel with a bass the size of texas. Next time.
Current Mood: Lazy dazey
Current Music: Nick Drake- Clothes of Sand from Made Love to Magic
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