Me, My Mattress & I

I spent a long stretch of time with Magical Samantha over the holidays and went away finding that I’m enjoying those companionable little moments beyond the frenzy and fuss of “dating” with her. What I really like is that she never fails to let me know that hanging out with me is high on her priority list. She’s got a busy life too and I like that carving this time out for each other is making us both feel pretty special. I’d forgotten what that is like. And, as much as I loved waking up all wrapped up in her, I’m still having a mad, passionate relationship with my own mattress. Tonight’s the night, baby, mama’s home!

I mentioned a friend of mine died. I didn’t know what happened or what I could do to connect with the family. Through a series of gyrations reminiscent of my days as an intelligence analyst, I did a human intelligence recon which required a Spanish translator, a trip two hours away, and with the help of lots of people who had absolutely no reason to help but did anyway, I connected with two of the three people who had the information I needed–people I did not previously know. My calls to those two people were met with disbelief but relief as they had both been looking for me as well. I think maybe we all had an opportunity that none of us had previously to connect with others who knew my friend. Betty—you were seriously loved, hope you knew that.

I’m spending tomorrow morning painting at my buddy’s place. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the groove later this weekend.