Ya know what's awesome?

I just went to the High Museum of Art for Friday Jazz, had dinner and drinks, soaked up music, checked out the Georgia O'Keefe and Friends exhibit and went home . . .

. . . and I didn't have to drive at all. Took the bus to Lindbergh, Lindbergh to Arts Center, and back again.

Took a bit longer than if I'd taken my car to the train station, but I like being able to just write in transit and not fret about it.

Wonderful time. More later, but only perhaps.

Today I took pleasure in having an artgasm.

Today I learned what the bus route that runs right by my place is like.