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Earl is out of town on business last night, and thank the Universe, I am not on call so I have the opportunity to do something I haven’t done in a long while.

I am at Panera eating supper and surfing on my PowerBook. Like my blog friend Terry, I could easily become a WiFi Café whore.

Our local Panera is about three years old. It’s always busy. In fact, it was so consistently busy that they took another storefront in the plaza and expanded the seating area. I’m sitting in the new area. It’s my first time back here. It’s suppose to be for business people and online surfers, but for some reason a few people think it’s McDonalds PlayLand. There are barefoot kids running around looking for the Hamburgler. It’s a little disconcerting.

I had the opportunity to hook up with my friends Eric or Mike tonight, but I have to admit that I wasn’t really in the mood for human interaction. It’s been a long while since Earl has been out of town when I wasn’t on call, and I wanted to kind of just be by myself. I know they both will understand. You would think that after 9 1/2 years I would be over this romantic, lonely heart sort of thing, but I’m not. And to me, that’s good, because it’s just another indication that I am still very much in love.

If you ever go to Panera, don’t be fooled into thinking it’s healthy for you. It’s just fancy fast food. But it is still very damn good and I enjoy it very much.

There’s another man using his laptop here. He’s at the table behind me. I just heard the unmistakeable sounds of cursing and a stab at the power button to reboot. He’s using a non-Mac computer.

The Apple logo on my PowerBook continues to shine bright.

I’m still deciding what to do tonight after I finish my supper and blog entry. I think I’m going to mess around with the video camera. There might be a new video up soon. Something simple with additional transporter effects.

I’m such a geek.

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  1. J.P., you’re not alone. 16 years and I am still completely out of sorts when Bob goes out of town. I don’t know how to feed myself. I can’t fall asleep in the bed; I have to fall asleep on the couch with the TV on. I wander past the large painting that I did of him in graduate school like a widower with his wife above the mantle. And I too am I’m happy that I still feel that way.

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