Absolutely lovely evening at the Aerie, got about 45 minutes worth of back and arm massage, tried a new coffee flavoured doppelbock, etc, etc. Anyway, feel like I’ve been restored to something resembling the cheerfulness I’d like to know all the time, and the sun is shining, pathetic fallacy, blah blah. Also, I wrote a song last night. Mike was astonished when I told him, “No, I wasn’t practicing! That’s how it comes out sometimes! That’s why it’s so great to be me, every once in a long while I sit down and something like that emerges with an authority that is not mine… it is the universe singing to itself, and I’m just the fatty bony meaty critter that strokes the wood and metal box to enable it.”
I hope everybody feels as good as I do. I know they don’t, but that’s what I wish for you today.
I HAVE FIGURED OUT HOW IT IS ALL GOING TO END. The trilogy. I knew that the end is ‘getting George into space because that’s his goal’. What I didn’t understand is how. It’s going to make my universe bigger, and I love it. And all of the points I’m trying to make about reconciliation and communication and collaboration will be supported thereby.
