Just got home from the Angelique Kidjo concert (at the Somerville Theater, Somerville, MA). Fantastic! Kidjo is a dynamic ball of energy, and her band kicks major butt. She had lots of people, including me, dancing and singing in the aisles.
I'm a little wired in spite of the lovely glass of Belle de Brillet I just enjoyed. (Belle de Brillet is a brand of very good pear cognac. I used to think I didn't like cognac; this stuff changed my mind.)
Anyway, since I'm up, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of the people who responded to
my last post about a certain dream. You guys reminded me of what I should have realized myself: it's her dream. It's about her and not me, even if I showed up in it. I've let it go; I'm not gonna worry about it.