magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

After all the heat and humidity and intermittent rainstorms this week, it rained again this morning and then dried out and cooled off this afternoon, to the point where it would have been unthinkable not to go up to the roof with my little plastic chair and a bottle of beer around sunset. And, as generally happens in said situation, I scroll through the contact list in my phone and think about who I haven't talked to in a while. I hadn't talked to my mom since sometime before my birthday, so I figured I'd call to catch up.

We ended up talking for three and a half hours. About, primarily, religion and politics. (Along those lines, I mentioned The Power of Nightmares a few days ago, but I bring it up again with the explicit suggestion that if you've got a high enough bandwidth connection, you should download it from archive.org and watch it.) It was one of the more engaging conversations that I've had in a while. To the point that I talked through my dinner window.