‹(•¿•)› When I woke, the summer sun was already high. It streamed onto my face like so many wonderful morning kisses. The sensation of waking was itself a revelation. For months I had been neither awake, nor asleep, simply passing from the state of a greasy greater to a state of less than great. But this waking, this was a definitive act. Man, I was here today. So I’m pulling out of bed , leg by leg, inch by inch. A friggin feline in my way, meowing for morning cat gruel. So I do that. Cat is done… Shower done. Moving to the coffee machine I realize I’ll be needing this forever, and I don’t have a forever supply. One more thing for my Flynn multi-day…. Get coffee. So it’s to be a day of guitar/TV/movie/gruel/music units/vodka units—in short, just another multi-day.. . Ahhh….. Life!…. Ain’t it grand ? C.F.