My good friend came to stay over the weekend because he had a class to teach here. Somewhat unbelievably, he was only here for Friday night, Sat, Sun and leaving today, Monday. I say unbelievably because it’s an 8 hour flight from Senegal, and you’d think he’d try to extend the stay as long as possible. But nope. He has two kids and wife over there. It seems very hard for him to be away, actually.

His mom came last night, flew in from Kentucky, so that they can fly together to Senegal. It’ll be her first time there, so I think it’s a good idea that they go together. That kind of relationship with one’s mom is something very foreign to me. Maybe it’d be different if I had a wife and kids or something. But that whole thing is so foreign and undesirable to me. I wonder if that will ever change. I’ve been wrong about certain aspects of myself in the past, as we all hopefully have been, as we learn and grow.

His mom is adorable. She’s a southern belle, all the way. By the time we retired for the night I was speaking like a southerner, I couldn’t help it. “Y’all have a nice sleep.”

It was like that time I said “yes, bro,” to the cashier at the convenience store in Pacific Beach who said: “is that all bro?”. From then on think I called every non-Marine male I encountered bro, and it was satisfying.

Super full day. I run a reading group in the late afternoon now, connected to the History of Communication, and jam night has also moved to Mondays, so I’ll be racing home for that.

Hope y’all have a great start of the week. And have some Sweeeet Taaaay!!

Later.