Thanksgiving

A boy read my Tarot cards 13-14 years ago in the Pit. Thoth deck. I thought of kissing him after, but pulled away.

Two weeks ago, at the no-longer-housewarming party, I thought I saw him again. He was taller, though, his face was fuller. But I remember that hair, I remember those glasses, and the gentle look.

I should have asked him if he was that boy. Maybe he remembered what my reading was. I certainly cannot.

Went back to work. Less coughing, but I cannot do high notes, and I still cough hard.

I think I have an idea of a 'perfect job', but I have to work at it a little.

I feel more energetic, but I am aware that I need to go to bed early enough to keep that momentum. So, night.

I went to the MFA with bikergeek. It was nice, despite it being very humid.

I'm almost sorry for this vacation to end.

However, there are some folks I missed seeing through no fault of their own.

There were some places I did not get a chance to visit: Forest Hills Cementery and Museum of Science. I'll see what I can do.