the whole wide world (well, the bit that lives here at the Western Most Point of the United States of America) was a s l e e p as we wrote in the wee small hours this morning and then who-we-are-in-RL completed part 1b of some some Digital Work (don’t you love completing something when it’s in Carefully demarcated stages like part 1b?) and after all that was finished and it was still bloody early and there was no sign of stirring in the hills of Hollywood from where we stood, looking at the still darkened sky………….we picked up the latest Requests from the Los Angeles County Library System and snuggled back under the covers with a small but potent dark embrace of caffeine on the Phillipe Starck Prince AHA stool/nightstand.
Mr. Frank Sinatra sang about the wee small hours most poignantly – alas rather Melancholy and we don’t feel like that at ALL right now.
so we Tuned in (and dropped out for just a second of pleasurable meditation) to davidji because he’s one groovy cat and well, with a sky like this at 0500 hours this morning, one can quite Pretty Mystical, man.
have a deeply cool day, darlings.
isn’t it Friday?
g l o r i o u s.
wonder how many hours of daylight we’ll see today before we have to crash again ;-)