Full moon over Indigo.

Ihug and Telecom still haven't got their respective acts together; maybe tomorrow, maybe someday. So here I am, laptop on knee in car, parked on Cuba St. using my new friend: Cafenet to send my weekly playcentre notices and put something here while small groups of night folk wander past a little wearily.

Daniel's wedding picnic was at my place today, this means that one group of old friends of mine ("the blob") got together and wow, they're still late, likeable, and have interesting new things to say about the world. My other groups of friends tend to re-find out that sort of thing and eagerly make promises or plans to get together more often, but the oddest thing about the blob is that we let our warm yet tenuous connections just be.