Dropped the boyo at the airport, talked on the phone with a friend and took off to the only comedy show I’ve been making time for with all of the shit I gotta do yet.

Now, I’m home, and there is no life or sound here at all. Probably shouldn’t have killed that wee, teenie mousie back at the beginning of the winter. Then, at least, a creature might be stirring.

Even my upstairs neighbor who I can usually hear a bit when I stay up too late and he’s getting up too early (by my thinking) is away.

Yikes. Got that old kozmik, empty bed, woman left lonely Janis-y blues thing going on. Except, if I don’t go missing somewhere on the mean streets of x-country driving, it should be short-lived.