Her man's been gone for nigh on a year, he was due home yesterday, but he aint here

Game night at Spira's last night. Boggle and Trivial Pursuit were played, but I abstained and jammed with Pat and Craig. It began with Craig piecing together The Who's Amazing Journey on piano. I grabbed Spira's acoustic and from there we tackled as much of Tommy as we could muster. As the evening wound down, others joined in the mix and we sang some Beatles, David Bowie, Moody Blues, and Oasis (we performed a killer version of Wonderwall). Ali made some turkey chili, which was tasty, and beer and wine was consumed. How can you ask for a better evening.

Synchronicity. On the way to Spira's last night, Craig and I stopped off to get some beer. In the store, a Puff Daddy song was playing (not exactly sure if it was one of his or Biggie's, but he was featured on it, nonetheless). Craig commented that he had just heard the song earlier while at work. Minutes later, in the lobby of Spira's building, I note that the concierge looks almost exactly like Puff Daddy (or Diddy, as he's called these days). Later, I tell Craig about this, and he agrees. "Now, what if, fresh from hearing a Puff Daddy song, one of us started whistling or humming it in front of the concierge, and the concierge took offense at the not so subtle way of
pointing out his likeness to Puff Daddy?" I said. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but it does illustrate how synchronicity has the potential to be troublesome.

I saw Ella last night for the first time in almost two months. We laughed at how our opposing schedules makes it almost certain we'll never run into each other. I told her it was nice seeing her. I'll same the same when I see her again in a month or two.

Used my Barnes & Noble gift card my sister got me for Christmas and picked up DMT: The Spirit Molecule. Strange how that came about. I had a dream last night that I was at the book store and the three books I was interested in picking up weren't in stock. Disappointed, I spied the DMT book on the shelf. I had almost forgotten that it was a book I'd been meaning to pick up for a while. I bought it, thankful that my trip wasn't in vain.

On my way to the store this morning, I wondered if the dream would prove to be prophetic. As in the dream, there were a few books I was interested in purchasing or, at the very least, checking out. I was particularly interested in John Fowle's A Maggot, but it wasn't in stock. None of the books I was interested were. Just like the dream. Guess which one was? Looks like I'll be reading about DMT in the near future.

More snow is on the way. We're not even out of January yet and we've been overwhelmed with it. Surprisingly, with as much snow as we've gotten, and with its attendant difficulties, I haven't had the incredible urge to move somewhere warm like I usually do every winter. Maybe it's resignation, who knows.