Ahhhhh.....

Owen woke me up this morning to tell me that Ernie was making biscuits.  He climbed up on the bed and curled up with me and said that they had watched a 9/11 memorial, and as he cheerfully confided, they both cried.  I hugged him and told him I was incredibly lovely to have such sweet guys in my family and I agreed that it was indeed something to cry about.

Now I am post-biscuit and reveling in the memory of Richard Thompson last night.  We saw him once many years ago in Chicago, at the Navy Pier ballroom back before Navy Pier became Disneyland.  I remember absolutely loving the show but this one knocked me out even more.  He took me out of my head.  You know how you spend so much time in your head?  Well, at least I do.  But he took me out of there and it felt damned good.

Everyone is so busy lauding him as an incredible guitar player (which he is of course) that sometimes I don't think he gets enough credit for his performance---not the guitar but the vocals and of course the, well...the je nais se quoi that any great performer has.  Amazing that one man, one guitar, and maybe a couple of pedals, could come out and fill that space to overflowing.

Man, I feel good.

Got to say hello and hug lots of people I'm crazy about too.

I guess I gotta start thinking about the week ahead and laundry etc.....but I'm going to revel a little bit longer.....