Off We Go

Eric danced and danced last night. He ran into a friend of 24 years, and spent the night dancing and talking and having a good time -- front left (as always) and sitting on the stage between sets. Yay!

I spent the evening with Janis -- eating taqueria food and also have a good time.

We slept until a quarter to 9:00. Unheard of in this household. Now we're getting ready to go to Mama's to break the fast, although we considered La Note, as well.

Then we're off to Kaiser. I need to pick up some papers. Eric needs to have blood drawn. Then we're going to make copies, and head off to Sacramento.

It's all a mix of the normal and the absolutely freaky. I guess there's just life with Eric, and what that life winds through.

There are people in the world who could not, everever, dance and dance and sit on the edge of the stage. And there are people in the world who could not, everever, laugh at a taqueria as I did last night. It's not their circumstances. Or, if it's their circumstances, it's a circumstance so deeply rooted in their personality that it should likely be considered biology.

I wouldn't trade with them, even now.