I can’t even believe today is Friday. It’s even harder to believe that I leave in 3 days for Paris. There’s a sort of mental note-list in my head of stuff I need to do before I leave … I’ve made some progress, but now I’m slacking off. I bought “Inspiration Information” by Shuggie Otis while I was in the Loop this afternoon; listening to it now & it’s just as good as I’d heard it was. Wild! Barely sounds like 1974. Boy, I’ll sure be poor when I get back from my trip, but I don’t care.

Andy still has his chest cold & it’s made him (understandably) cranky. I know that I’m going over to his place at 7, but I don’t know what we’ll do … what he’ll want to do. Jody gave us some comps for “Hedwig” tonight. The show is at 9. Andy might not want to go. I’m acutely aware of the moments we have left to spend together before I leave on Monday afternoon. I don’t want to waste them … maybe we’ll just stay in at his place and watch a movie.

Our 1 year anniversary is on Sunday. We’ve planned dinner at Chinalite & then exchanging gifts. I sure hope he feels better by then. I imagine he’s just stayed inside all day, trying to rest up. This feels like a sort of re-run of January, when one of us was sick the whole month. Ugh.

I’m tired now, I could certainly take a nap, my bed calls to me from its corner. My concern is time. If there’s enough of it for a nice rest. Yeah, I should. I don’t want to be all droopy tonight.