Dancing the Spastic Parameceam

The weekend was long and busy and busy and long. Here it is a fine Spring Monday morning (read grey grey and more grey). Did I mention that it is very unspring-like and very grey grey grey. So, in the midst of all this grey, I am a flame atop my head. The dying has occured and from the grey brown of this earth emerges my red hair. Its very red and I very much like it though thankfully it has toned down a bit from the very berry cherry of the weekend. It will be a strange week for me as I have quite forgotten what its like to be alone and have evenings of just me. Duke is off to Calgary tomorrow and Aiden is at his dad's and so I am not sure what I am going to do with myself. While I will miss my sweet Duke, I think I may enjoy the time to myself as it has been a very long while since I've experienced being alone for more than a few hours here and there. Of course I took Friday off work so that Friday morning I can drive up to Calgary and stay with Duke at the lovely hotel situated downtown where I can roam about and take pictures, visit my brother, check out the Siberian Tigers at the zoo and spend some time at The Alberta Sessions (where Duke will be recording) listening to fine Albertan music. For those of you who don't know, The Alberta Sessions, is a four day showcase of emerging Albertan talent.

Billowing bodies of brandied wine sinking into satisfied minds Caressing charcoal of dusty lines soft as skin against your kind Its just that sort of day ...