It's snowing outside. What's up with that? It's not supposed to snow in Dallas in March. But it's OK. I'm inside where it's warm. Sitting here listening to Dave van Ronk sing "Sunday Street," eating a bowl of Cinnamon Life cereal (one of my favorite guilty pleasures) and drinking an espresso (decaf). What more could a guy want?
And I've got a new weird project. Maybe project is the wrong word. It's more like an experiment. If it works the way it **could** it'll be a surprise and a real boon. What is it? Well, I think I'll keep my powder dry on that for a little while. Somehow it feels right to be mysterious with the snow falling and Dave growling.
Looking forward to primary day tomorrow. Has everyone out there selected their candidate? Is everyone planning to go to their precinct convention? (That's an important event, which is usually more or less ignored, till this year when Obama and Clinton both need delegates.)
I think I'm going to go spend some time on this new deal. Probably a total waste. But stranger things have happened....
(Interesting to hear Dave van Ronk singing "Matchbox," which I learned 40 years ago as a Beatles song. It sounds different now.)
Stay warm.
Me, though I don't really like this.
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