So, lying awake…

At 430 ish my time, in the Ack Emma, my brain turned to the topic of truffles, and how, really, I just am not that fond of them. Yes, I know, I need more sleep, or I need someone beside me to tell me to go back to sleep. And no, Alexa doesn’t count. LOL

I racked my brain for a while about my past experiences with said item and came up with the same conclusion. Not a fan thus far. Something about the smell maybe? The taste? Just not sure.

At any rate, I am as of early morning my time, officially not on the truffle train.

Yes, I know, my brain is a wonderful place to play around in, isn’t it?

I need new suits, and a tux. Why? Not sure to be honest, although I do miss my tuxedo, and would like to have another just in case I want to visit Monte Carlo or Macau. LOL. Yeah, ok, can you see me in those places? More like being a headwaiter at some upscale version of McDonalds. 😊

Two for the show. Huh.

I wonder what it will be like to go back to my ‘home’. Most likely welcomed with little to no fanfare, which suits me just fine. I might go see my favourite serving staff though. Now those folks, I truly miss. Yes, I miss others and you know who you are, but I do miss Manny. Quite a guy, and truly genuine.

Flying today. What else is new? This time it’s not quite commercial though, which to be honest, I don’t miss, and would rather fly this way, but only on special occasions or when I just need to get somewhere expediently.

How are you guys today? All is well in your world? Everyone healthy and happy? No one in conflict areas?

Tell you something what I miss. I miss the writings of TM. You need to sit down and put pen to paper and get what is stored away up there, out. You are a great writer, and you shouldn’t keep things bottled up. I am your biggest fan on this, trust me.

Truffles. Can you imagine? Worry about a business plan. Pondering about what you are going to do today. Anything but truffles. Wow. Welcome to my brain. LOL.

The sky is crying… Indeed, SRV it is crying.

I am troubled though. Not sure why yet, but something, some stupid little thing is niggling at the back of my brain, itching to have its’ voice heard. What that voice will bring forth, not quite yet determined, but I am sure that it will either be monumental, or a non-starter. 50/50 right?

I see a tailor tomorrow. Quite a famous one, by all accounts, in the city of my current-ish residence. Not quite sure that I want to enlist the services of a so well renowned suit maker but let us see. I would prefer a hole in the wall shop but being a neophyte to the city and its’ clothing options, let’s start at or near the top and work our way downwards, shall we? We shall sayeth the inner voice that I don’t listen to often enough.

Day is long over, for me at any rate. Some good, some ok, some downright confusing, but overall, any day that you can end without being shot, that’s a good day.

Hope you are all ok, and I mean what I said TM, you need to write more.

Pax