Tomorrow night we'll be listening to music and dancing in the streets. Cynthia will be here with us. She arrives tonight on a jet from the westernmost point of the continental U.S., Berkeley, California.
We go way back. We met Cynthia 40 years ago today. And that's another thing that's happening constantly. I'm getting old and everyone feels like commenting about it. 720 times this week people asked me when I was retiring. I don't really like to talk about the ending of my career and my eventual enfeeblement and probable death so I wish people would stop bringing it up and just focus on friendships old and new and world music festivals and dancing to Kokoko. And
One for the Foxes. I've got to finish the bot
project with the Thirdlanders today. Time keeps slipping every which way. I also must type the last 2 Poem Partner drafts.
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