And last night I was in another hotel.
No, I was teaching until 9:30. Wait, that was the other two nights. Oh, all three.
Was I in a hotel last night? No, that was two weeks ago. St. Petersburg. No, Austin.
Spring break was last week, right? Oh, yes, grandkids, allergies arriving to tell me my allergy shots are not working quite that well.
Did I remove that fallen tree in the front of the cabin? I think so, yes. The unfinished one is on the back of our property. Yes, I got the one in front.
I talked to my brother Buck and his beloved Carole, into the night, tore myself away in the morning to go to SXSW. Three weeks, no, two Fridays ago.
Beau has a solid idea, the financing for Tokata seems almost doable, Brandon might get this job he wants, Kourtney has overcome her last huge setback, Fred and Frieda may get past his infidelity, Pat may close this round of funding, Jill’s artwork is getting helps from unexpected places, and yes, I still enjoy teaching.
Maybe, just maybe I do not shirk from hotels, because if I turn off the phone…..
The swirls diminish just a tiny bit, leaving the possibility of silence, just the possibility.