Missed Favorite, Inspiring Gypsies, and more

Well, I finally got the sandman out of my eyes long enough to get myself out the door and to The Muslim for some hearty beef and potato stew, followed by an evening of dutars, tambourines, tablas, and guitars at my old stomping ground - 3J.

Great to see Froog after the long absence and caught up with another good friend, too.

Plus, D-Jaan was there, of course. It was Panjir, afterall! The morning after and D-Jaan inspired haikus flow forth uninhibited. You'll have to check out Froog's Haiku Comment Thread to have a read.

So, while I missed Benny at Salud on Wednesday night (I didn't know! Had I known, surely I'd wipe that sand out of my eyes and gotten in the jazz-mood.), I'm glad I managed to get my life back to 'normal' by Thursday night.

The dirty fishbowl looks more appealing with a little music and good companions with whom to while away the hours.

Sandman

The Sandman is in town. and yes, I am back to the dirty fishbowl. Check out this report and photo to know what I landed in. Awful stuff. Coats the air passages, pains the lungs, inhibits basic breathing.

Someone remind why I came back. Oh yeah, the people. I like the people here. And if I could summon the courage to venture out into this dirty fishbowl, I might meet with some of them.

An attempt to socialize last night was killed by the sandman. No, the *other* sandman. Couldn't keep my eyes open. Let's see what success I have at it tonight.