As I suspected, having a portable may not make writing any easier.
Ripped another couple of hunderd songs this weekend. 1st song to play on shuffle tonight was something called Skye Boat Song. It from the Pipe and Drum album ripped today.
Well it’s late again... John Hyatt singing words of wisdom now... the pipes are 2 songs gone...
Am feeling good. This is the 3rd Sunday night I’ve done the om-triam-bakam sunsals. Gently energized...
The letter Viv said she’s sending hasn’t come yet. (more on that later) Loren probably right, it got held up in customs. A package from Christine did get though however. In her post-card accompanying the Cost-Rican coffe she sent, she indicates that the packages she’s been sending to friends are taking forever to arrive. Well if she’s sending every one else coffee to, I’ll bet it looks conspicuous enough to open at the border to check for narcotics. And the package I received was indeed openned at the border! Really wonderful coffee too. She say’s she sent the every-day coffee... not the expensive stuff... it made for an excellent latte this morning.
Heading into week 3 with the extended training with Al and Zach from Tampa... it’s quite an exhausing way to start the year. A 2 month assignment... I’m suspecting the Helsinki trip might get shifted... have seen email trail which may pose some issues... we’ll see.
Dinner at Don’s Saturday night. Christmas/Gerry birthday gathering. Jill and Florence, Don Gerry and Loren and me. Don served salmon, he’s a really good cook. Consumed way too much... and forgot to ask to borrow his tape deck. I’d like to rip some things from tape to mp3.
Well... some Brian Eno (ambiant) is gently piping into the headphones... a subtle reminder that I should be winding down...