Minding My Own Business

 

Spectacular. Soon to bed after. Up and at it presently. 4 am and uncomfortable. At Denny's. No hospitality and only drunks about. Nowhere. But this is something. It's over. Who cares?

I'm going back to bed. Reading this. A slog. Waiting for someone, anyone to relate it to. Never happened.

.....

Another good sleep. Up and crosstown. Amused at pretentions. What to do? At Panera, Central and Thomas. Hoping always... perhaps run into someone I know. We'll see an understatement.

Poingent exchange with pastor, who had mentioned Doris Day. 

"Que sera, sera but watch where you're going." General aggreement.