The Long Day

[inmyriadbits]

I drove Mary home today and mostly geeked out about Firefly and Stargate and various other things. I wondered if she wanted to be working on her editor's note for the lit mag instead, but it's hard to tell these sorts of things while trying to watch the road. I don't know why I feel self-conscious around some people so much more than others. I... you know, I really don't want to analyze myself right now. I just wanted to share that I pulled into the driveway as the last lines of "The Long Day Is Over" by Norah Jones were playing and felt it was very appropriate and timely in one of those mysterious everything-falls-into-place events.