Oh Snap!

...so I'm doing an interview this morning which requires some information from one of the interviewees to extract from a wallet. The interviewee takes out wallet and removes a stack of wallet-business that is contained by a rubber band. I stand up for a moment and as I do...SNAP, the rubber band hits me right in the chest. I fight to contain a fit of giggles. The interviewee apologizes profusely. I fight laughter not because I am embarressed - but because I get the tension.

Steve Perry sings it a little something like.....

I'm looking out the window at the front of my house. The sky is overcast and it makes me think of the evening fog rolling in from the Bay. Makes me think of laying on a patio lounger by the pool of the Sheraton at Fisherman's Wharf after a Melissa Etheridge concert at the Fillmore where she touched my hand. I'm not even a fan - but I'm not immune from getting starstruck either. I am not immune.