I am on the thirtieth floor; the storm clouds are right outside my window; I can barely see the street. Lightning fills both windows of my corner room.
The Doors are playing on the iPod. Guess which tune?
Met a woman in the airport going the same place I was, the same conference. Tonight, we went out to dinner, to a Japanese place where my Angel and I would have loved to eat, if he were here. We spent a lot of money. I drank sake, she drank Gewurtztraminer. We split the edamame, the spicy tuna roll, the chicken-ramen soup, the salad with seared ahi tuna. We talked about traveling to other countries, and speaking French, and delivering babies.
It is less lonely here, with a friend. And another friend surprised me in the hallways. The three of us are going on the Tippler's Tour, tomorrow, so pray that it doesn't rain, or we will be very wet as well as lightly intoxicated.
The conference is going well, thank you for wishing me good luck. As long as I am not electrocuted in my bed, I plan to enjoy the rest of it.
My Miricups was asking about me, at home. It's hard to be away.