My internal clock is still set for Austin. I wake up at 6 or 7 in the morning in El Paso my internal clock is saying it’s like 9 AM, time to think about putting the feet on the floor.
The house is still, the children are asleep, the hosts are still abed.
I rolled over and went back to sleep. Then something tickled me, perhaps a vestige of Protestant Work Ethic, maybe the fact that I was fully rested, having begged out on a wild night at the casino.
Sunday afternoon, I had a long string o Scorpio women. Don’t get me wrong, I love me my Scorpio girls. I will never, ever lay another hand on one because I’m not sure the wounds from the last Scorpio “date” have ever healed properly.
Nope, not going there. Not even. But I did notice, that there was string, three, four, maybe more, enough to be an alarming trend on Sunday afternoon.
Then along comes this one guy. Not a Scorpio. We get settled in, and I start the tape rolling, and I had just seen him about two months ago, but he was back because 1] I was right, and 2] because I yelled, got excited, and he’s got it all on tape.
The girlfriend question, it pops up, and this guy looks at me, not a Scorpio stare, and he says, “I live like a monk.”
“You are, like, [i]stealing[/i] my material.”
“Funny, that’s what you said last time, too.”
That’s the conversation that popped into my head Monday morning, in that nebulous time before getting out of bed and getting coffee.
I have the proof, there is at least one other stalwart, upstanding, person of integrity who lives like I do – like a monk.
October 13th….
It’s a historical date, and I wasn’t sure how much I stock I can place in two pierces of relative fiction, both which, cite this date. [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385504209/fishinguideto-20]The Da Vinci Code. [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0440136482/fishinguideto-20]Holy Blood, Holy Grail.
My big plans include “camping out” at Cafe Dali in El Paso until my evening flight takes me home. I was hoping that they were sufficiently advanced to have wireless internet access – I’m spoiled in Austin – but no such luck. “[i]WiFi[/i]? What’s that?”
Moon was in Taurus all last weekend, one sign off from a full moon, folks were all a little tense. Grace flipped through the single copy of the [url=www.astrofish.net/book]book that I had on hand, and decided that the Leo-Leo section was just about her current marriage. Had to be. “You quoted us.”
Dinner was at Forti’s again, and it launched conversation about passions. Looking at a steaming plate of peppers, onions, peppers, strips of beef, and peppers, with a couple of handmade tortillas on the side, I looked over at the bowl of salsa, and pointed out that my two passion in life seem to be books and hot food.
Did I mention the peppers in the beef plate?