Ahhh. Decompression time. You know that time. It happens AFTER you survive the commute home from the office, check the mail, the phone, feed the pets, check the emails that arrived while you were driving and BEFORE you have dinner and talk to other family members in a calm, civil manner. Some days decompression happens more easily than others. When Ziffy Zarf is playing the blues, decompression time almost turns me back into a human being. *grin*
Ziff was at Key West the other evening, playing solo. Sometimes he partners with Guitar Southpaw or others. But he was at Key West, I was basking in the heat of the virtual setting sun and Ziffy was playing Canned Heat. I probably should have rezzed either a cool ale or some fruity rum drink to complete the picture. It never occurred to me because Ziffy was more than sufficient to put a smile back on my face and still the inner frenzy.