where I'm calling from

Stream of consciousness is best when fueled by cold medicine. Here we go:

A million, a billion, a trillion stars

A million, a billion stars

Pool with Jim last week, mellow couch evenings, then BBQ with Miss Haws and the Golden Robot Army. Out late on Saturday waiting for Billy Joe to blow his horn. Almost collapsed from the tired, the waiting. Tried to teach Jason to dance the two-step with me. Well-intentioned and fun. Vodka soda, vodka soda, cab ride home. Woke up sick. Football season opener with the surrogate family. I felt the cold take hold while munching on queso fundido. Home again, to the couch. Jim slept over, Figgy on his knee. Sweet hugs and more sleep.

I feel happy even in my illness, listening to the greatest love song ever written.

LOVEDUST by Luna

When candles light themselves

And the air turns creamy

Why not take a photograph?

You look so dreamy

Then stand in the blackness

Smile at the tinkling

Blinded by lovedust

What did I see?

A million, a billion, a trillion stars

A million, a billion stars

I’m bad with faces

And worse with names

But the lost glove is happy

It's all the same 

I set a trap for you

But I’m the one who’s all caught up

Blinded by lovedust

This is what I saw

A million, a billion, a trillion stars

A million a billion stars

A million, a billion, a trillion stars

A million, a billion stars