I’m waiting for my friend to pick me up today for dinner and then meditation. What a date, eh? A dinner and a sit. But that’s how we role when we roll into our 60’s. Not bad really. He’s my friend, Duke that I mentioned in an earlier post. My friend that was there when I fell down the rabbit hole of bipolar illness. He’s my Zen master and I’m his computer wizard so all in all we get along pretty well. Sitting home Sunday listening to Pink Floyd and Robin Trower. Now those are names that bark back to the day. In the not so distant past the free time would be killing me. I need somebody to be with! It’s part of that kineticness that I have, always moving, always spassing out like a ball in a pinball machine. I’m not saying that pretty angels in a bad way, just the way it’s always been. I’m a man of movement. Whether in my head, my feet or my eyes. Just can’t stay still. If I don’t feel like I’m part cranked on a movement of speed than I think something