I am justifying sitting here on the couch, rather than getting up off my behind and getting something done, because Sam has propped his chin up on my foot and has cranked his motor up to 10. I can’t resist.

Good thing I can get some things done on the laptop. I’ve got us all set for Jason and Jacki’s New Orleans wedding extravaganza and I just about can’t wait for that. Even though the wedding is in August and I’m confident we will burst into flames the second we step off the plane. Damon has never been and doesn’t understand that NOLA in the summer can redefine “hot.” I have, literally, not felt anything like that (I’ve done this once before) outside the Sahara.

I love New Orleans. I’ve been there a handful of times and I’ve never felt better about going anywhere to throw around my tourist dollars (paltry though they may be) and assert my faith in a city.

Damon’s in the wedding. I’ve never seen him in a tux before.

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On the nightstand: The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis and Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin
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