I had coffee this morning at 9 with an old friend and a devoted reader and follower of this silly little blog, Ken.
I had professional dealings with Ken at my previous job, and before he retired a couple of years ago. He is one of my pleasant memories of a job that didn't have very many.
We got caught up over 75 minutes or so of chat. He told me about his geocaching hobby, which intrigues me enough to wanna try it, if I knew where to start with it, that is. We discussed his being a mason, but he stopped short of telling me about the secret handshakes and the the phrases that masons use with one another.
Ken, we will do this again, soon. Thanks for the hot chocolate. It will be my turn to treat you next time.
Around 10:15, I had to leave to return to my mother. She was doing better for a while there, but she's sick again this evening.
Returned to the city mid-afternoon. It was a pretty exhausting weekend, so I took a nap and had dinner with Patricia.
I'd hoped to finish transcribing the Floyd interview this evening, but fate intervened. I will shoot for Monday. It's a good one, and I think you will like it. I mean, the guy who bitches that my interviews aren't hard hitting and snotty enough for his tastes won't like it, but he probably liked it when the hunters shot Bambi's mother by way of comparison.
I'm speculating about that last part.
See you tomorrow.