Well, not quite, but maybe. Right now I’m sitting here half-tired and half-not, with fragments of evocative but mostly meaningless phrases from the latest Tom Waits album running through my head. Given that I haven’t slept well two nights running, you’d think I’d be in bed by now or something.
Spent most of today driving, on my way back from a sojourn down south. It had all of the elements of a good southern trip: friends, math, hand-crafted beer, crosswords, friends. Also the added entertainment of meeting two young children, who decided after a few hours of my acquaintance that I was basically harmless & hence could be safely incorporated into their play structure. (Apparently one of them was quite annoyed this morning at being deprived of the opportunity of waking me up. I’m of the opinion that she owes all of her future birthdays to her parents’ prevention of this action, but maybe not. After all, I don’t see very well without my glasses, and hence would probably miss a lot.)
I had a truly marvellous play on words in my head earlier today, for the name of a software project that I don’t have one-thousandth of the mad skillz necessary to complete. But it’s gone now, and maybe it’s just as well. I worry sometimes that my memory isn’t nearly as sharp as it used to be; then again, I came up with the idea while driving, and most if not all long-distance driving streams of consciousness don’t seem to get archived terribly well.