Meet Me on the Ledge

BB's current therapy: "Meet Me on the Ledge" by Varnaline.

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Early Saturday afternoon. I dreamed about Sherpas last night.

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I am in my pajama pants. Thank God for polar fleece. It must be 55 degrees out there...

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My hair is a mess. I've had two cups of fine Columbian coffee.

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Heaven help me, I've started listening to Tool again.

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THEGIRL makes things. Paper things. Her artistic output leaves our living room a mess of scraps. On my lap now is a creature she just made, something she called "an owie wowie."

Last night she made some sort of bus. We both stepped into it and drove laps around the living room.

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A possible third Robert Johnson photo has been discovered. I may blog about it at some point.

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And the cat is licking his butt.

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I'm in my flannel Dickies jacket/shirt thingy. My mother always did give terrific gifts.

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We may go to the Fort Worth Greek Festival today. Looks like a nice day for it.

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I'm ready to see clients.

Can I really talk for a living?

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I light all the candles I can find. My home is an altar.