SXSW is finally over!

I had a peaceful walk all the way down Congress this morning. If you wear devil horns on your motorcycle helmet and revved your engine at me, you deserve getting flipped off because your “look at me, look at me!” needy noisiness ruined my [can’t think of the word for state of peaceful walking but I know it’s not revelry].

The example above is why I don’t want to write right now; that, and this nagging feeling of [word similar to exclusion that does not exactly imply shame or loneliness]. I feel like I’ve earned a rest here, and I’m going to have to face some financial realities next week, but I just really want to work through whatever black may be here beyond just normal exhaustion.

Oh, here’s one: I gave some advice this week, to a student who asked for it. I told her to follow her passion, because you never know how or when the world will meet you halfway. So there’s my advice to myself, and here’s a photo of Austin looking stunning.