Dreaming A Life
Friday. So, a good get together last night at Barklays in Rockridge, a decision to have a barbecue Sunday at M & S's place in El Cerrito, I to bring wine. Yes, wine, not whine. The morning is good, by the way, the head relatively clear, home now from breakfast sitting at the computer, Ms. Emmy somewhat restless trying to remain comfortable on my lap as I'm writing. Turmoil and tumble already and it's not yet quite eight, here in Oakland.
Later. A day not rocking the boat, this old boat, watching the first three chapters of the fourth season of The Wire that arrived on DVD this afternoon from Netflix, futzing with the journal menus and little else. A day for shifting gears, perhaps, swimming in place preparing for the weekend to come? Could be. In this dreaming a life.