Great day until about an hour ago. Now, I'm starting to get that strange, weak,
fidgety feeling again. The one that makes me want to break dishes and bite my fingers. Haven't gotten it for a while. Hoping it will go away soon.
Happy Birthday to my brother, artfuldodger. You are in Ireland and I miss you. :) I hope they found your luggage. Did you ever end up buying a second pair of pants, or are you still traveling light? I always admired that about you - the whole non-attachment thing. Like the time Dad became unattached from his microphone while furiously drawing abstract Buddhist ideas on his flip-chart. Do you remember that? I do. Well, have a beer for me tonight, my boy.
I think I should get some sleep.