storyrainthejournal | Wednesday comes after Tuesday

So, got to hang out with my old friend Dean yesterday afternoon; he also came for the boys' b-day celebration on Monday night, cake and icecream and such. Mostly yesterday afternoon consisted of me taking him places where he could get "uniquely" Austin, Texas digital footage for an ad he has to make to promote the digital filmmaking course he'll be teaching here, at UT, in the summer--promote it to San Franciso-ites, I guess. So we walked all over downtown; I drove him to Barton Springs, then up to campus in rush hour traffic, then around campus, stopping the car with hazards on so he could jump out and shoot fountains, statues, and the infamous UT Tower; then I drove him back to his hotel (through the continuing rush hour traffic) so he could have dinner with folks from the conference that brought him to town, then I drove back home through yet more rush hour traffic, ate some dinner, opened the door for Phyllis and plopped down on the couch with her to watch Buffy. It was her last day at the gallery and a long one, so she was tired, too; she brought me a gorgeous jade plant that was an extra from something at the gallery, we ate chocolate, and enjoyed Buffy. (I really did like this episode, though the little inconsistencies in continuity which never used to appear are still popping up.) Preview for next episode had me very excited.

Slept like a cat on valium. With several cats on top of me at points in the night.

Night before last, I was in bed, reading, Sula already tucked up on one side of me, Aristotle rattling the floor boards chasing something around. I turned off the light and said, "Time for bed, Aristotle," and he immediately jumped up on the bed, curled up in his accustomed place on the other side of me, and went to sleep.

I'm making an effort not to read too much into this; after all, he still chases his tail in circles.