A Cloudy Sunday!
It's been a bit of a weird weekend around here, gang. Not bad, just that my energy's been a little off. Along with my sinuses. And one of the things I freak out about is not being able to breathe right. I have a phobia about suffocating.
Another thing that triggers my anxiety disorder in spades is crossing over bridges.
Which of course reminds me that I have yet to regale you with the details of my wonderful trip to Chicago last weekend. However, I will say that on that Saturday, while Mark & I were leaving the Art Institute and walking down what turned out to be a bridge over a very busy avenue, my panic disorder kicked into high gear and did not leave me until the following day. Mark was exceptionally gallant about it. We had sushi for dinner that night, and after dinner, being on the north side of the Chicago River, we needed to cross over the river to get back to the Palmer House, which is on the south side. By then, I'd already crossed over that bridge once and I knew I simply could not do it again. But it was such a gorgeous evening; I really, really wanted to walk back to the hotel. So Mark hired a taxi to take us the 25 or so feet across the bridge!
Ah well; such is a vacation with moi. As long as I stay planted in one spot, preferably indoors, and don't do a single solitary other thing, I'm really fun to be with! ha ha ha.
Anyway, aside from being really tired, my weekend has been all about this: Caminemos y Quiereme Mucho by Los Panchos. (Yes, I'm in love, gang! I get like this when I am in love.)
Mostly I've been playing song #11 over & over, No, No y No; and #1 on disc 2, their gorgeous version of Besame Mucho. But my absolute favorite on the collection is their version of Perfidia (#5). It is one of my favorite songs and they do it so beautifully. (It is one of the songs that my ex, Mike, and I fell in love to, in fact, back in Lower Manhattan, before the awfulness of 9/11 et al. It is a key part of my novel Freak Parade, as well. The song Perfidia I mean, not 9/11.)
Okay. I am going to try to get going around here today even though I am still really tired. Hope you have a really perfect Sunday wherever you are, gang! And if you don't, try falling love -- it makes everything lots better! See ya!
Another thing that triggers my anxiety disorder in spades is crossing over bridges.
Which of course reminds me that I have yet to regale you with the details of my wonderful trip to Chicago last weekend. However, I will say that on that Saturday, while Mark & I were leaving the Art Institute and walking down what turned out to be a bridge over a very busy avenue, my panic disorder kicked into high gear and did not leave me until the following day. Mark was exceptionally gallant about it. We had sushi for dinner that night, and after dinner, being on the north side of the Chicago River, we needed to cross over the river to get back to the Palmer House, which is on the south side. By then, I'd already crossed over that bridge once and I knew I simply could not do it again. But it was such a gorgeous evening; I really, really wanted to walk back to the hotel. So Mark hired a taxi to take us the 25 or so feet across the bridge!
Ah well; such is a vacation with moi. As long as I stay planted in one spot, preferably indoors, and don't do a single solitary other thing, I'm really fun to be with! ha ha ha.
Anyway, aside from being really tired, my weekend has been all about this: Caminemos y Quiereme Mucho by Los Panchos. (Yes, I'm in love, gang! I get like this when I am in love.)
Okay. I am going to try to get going around here today even though I am still really tired. Hope you have a really perfect Sunday wherever you are, gang! And if you don't, try falling love -- it makes everything lots better! See ya!
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