DADDY sez...

and it's crossing yer-anus.

me 'n Ang did a last minute run to Home Depot in Marina Del Rey. She needed to make a water evaporator for Burning Man, so we got parts to make a really trick K.D. (knock down) one from 2-by-4's, bolts, threaded inserts and black plastic sheeting.

I'm all sleepy and burned out despite having napped most of the afternoon (with the requisite white noise droning loudly into my earholes.) Needed a break. Too much stuff outside causing too much noise inside.

I can't say that my mind got any rest, but my body did and that counts for something.

While driving to Mom's in the early evening to drop of some stuff and do some laundry, my mind turned inward as is it's habit. and in the loping thoughts of actual past events and real and imagined future events - my thoughts fixated and emotions surged. The image and sense memory of Mollie rose up in my mind, and I had that feeling again.

And I had to call her. Talking, loping this way and that. Riding the thread. Reading and Telling the unfolding story.

There is a there there. And a here here. I go to the Magic, and this is the strongest ever.

And it's always coming together.

Ang made some awesome boil-in-a-bag indian food from Trader Joe's. Torchwood is playing on the big screen.

All is right with the world.

Except that it isn't.