Good Ol’ Bed… It Never Let’s Me Down

Sorry, no song lyric title this morning.

So today is the day. It’s 9/11. We remember the loss of thousands in NYC 14 years ago. We remember, both because it was unbelievable and horrifying, and because it changed our world for the worse.

Today is also the first day of the now-weekend-long Supercrawl 2015.

My wife, as well as one of my oldest, dearest school mates, and myself, along with several other local artists and craftsmen we call friends, will be showing and selling art pieces at The Spice Factory (121 Hughson Street, near Cannon Street), the nice purple and orange building. Please come see us.

I’ve been listening to and thinking about he old Surreyal demos I did with Kristine Fleckenstein back in 2012 and 2013.

Tomorrow is another big PB Volunteer Committee meeting. We’re expecting guests. Should be lively. I’m not even remotely in the right frame of mind yet.

Last night was a big SCA meeting, which was my first meeting attending as interim co-chair. I was barely able to be useful. I don’t know for sure if I really want to stay long enough to get good, either. Got so much other stuff to do. No time. Just want to hide out and get work done.

So instead, I join two other volunteer community publication teams, which brings the grand total of three, or four if you count the PB comic I’m developing.

Oh yeah, and I’m back to writing Customs and Road Songs of Limbo. Still got a long way to go, and I’m already past 60K. *shrug*

I’m trying to watch 2002’s The Minority Report. I remembered really enjoying it back in the day. Instead it’s stressing me out.

I’m yawning. Think I’ll go lay down for a bit.

BIAB,

Lee.

Don't be shy. Tell me what you really think, now.

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