I invented ice cream

Actually, I didn't. Or, at least, my bank account doesn't show that I did. But it was a moment, and only some of us will understand. I suppose that's life. Some things we have and know and understand. Some things are just out of context. So deal with it.

Something else I didn't invent was gin. But I do drink it. This weekend more than usual. I spent the weekend in a combination of states, starting with responsible (fix the headlight in the jeep, buy groceries, go to the bank). Next came driving, through the snow storm, to New Hampshire, to visit a friend. To visit someone I hadn't seen in far too long and to reconnect.

We drank. She was tired. She had already had a long weekend and it was only Saturday. She kept the sleep demons at bay as long as they could and I helped when necessary. We ate good food, drank good drinks and talked of all things. I remembered her all over again. I remembered the smile and the laugh and the personality that was her. We shared and caught up and spent an evening to be remembered. I certainly didn't invent the "great evening" concept, but I definitely know I've had some, and definitely had one that evening.

Then came breakfast in the morning and walking around town. Then came the goodbyes. I was letting her rest. I wanted to stay. Actually, I wanted to stay for weeks. I left with a smile on my face and my cell phone charger NOT in my bag.

Then home and feeling ill. My body said "damn you for drinking more than we're used to". My stomach just grunted. I finally fell asleep. It was not brought about my comfort. I slept because my body had no choice. When i woke up today I was still feeling discombobulated. (I had to use it, i couldn't help myself.) I'm hoping it fades. I'm doing whatever I can to help it fade. Alas my condition makes me pay for the slightest amount of abuse.

Then today at work. Productive and challenging. A phone call from an opportunity. A start to a job. A good day and the sky was clear.

Then tonight, and the Fuz and I spent some time. We laughed and questioned and listened to music. I'm thrilled that I know her. I'm lucky to be counted among her friends. Not just because I'd hate to be an enemy. More because of her smile. Who she is intrigues me. Who she wants to be intrigues me. She is an amazing conversationalist as well. I feel like a blathering idiot sometimes talking to her. Her conversation is so refined. I know she'll probably read this and go "really?" and ask me about it. And so my master plan of having ANOTHER conversation with the Fuz is set into motion.

Funny, this mundane post hasn't bothered me at all. It felt good to just say "BLAH" and explain the days since my last venture into blogworld. I promise more romance and poeticism (i made that word up I think) when next I return here. In the meantime, I'll start on those chords for Perpetual Motion.

And now the sleep demons are tugging on my eyelids. I'm going to let them win. Carpe Somnium.

===Michael