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awwww, i'm in bed and it's still dark out


...the long winter's nights pose such a challenge, but what was I to do? ....the dancefloor was abandoned by 4am ...when i was just beginning to wake up



---a funny start to the night ...drive halfway into town with my house slippers on (i'm not so much old as my floors lack insulation) ...reset ...drive back home, with a faster tempo soundtrack, switch into proper footwear and start over)

then:

a bank deposit, procure 2 bottles of red to offset my lack of requisite red attire for the party I intended to attend later, check-in with late-arriving brethren's travel progress, irish coffee at JH's, free monsters of accordion tix drop in my lap via text, a chilly three-block walk, such a waaaarm n cozy WOW hall and inspiring squeezebox maestros, arrival of friend, imbibing and walking, more musica d'accordiono (i made that up), beers n silver tongue n dancing n amazing pogues cover (blessed be my irish ancestry!!), triangulation of centre de celebration, annnnd diving into a reality where nothing flows in a serial fashion ...the house was a wonderland, forcing me to question my very foundational concepts of reality


and somehow i'm home ...smiling and giddy, though little went according to plan


adieu, readers ...so curious and desperate that my cryptic recollections bring you to this oh-so-inauspicious end

happy satyrday to you anyway ...only four days left to coax back the light ...get to work with your revelry, already

...and, a good marnin' t' y'all...