Okay...back from my nap and feeling more energized. So something very odd happened at the conference this week. I met someone who looks scarily like Brett. Not quite exactly his twin, but so close that when I first saw him I thought it was Brett. Initially this of course freaked me out, and i couldn't help but stare at this guy. Later I introduced myself and explained that he looked like someone I knew. Here's a Fiona Apple song I've been digging lately, and for Billy's entertainment I will share it.

Pale September
I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within

But then he rose, brilliant as the moon is full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armor falling down
in a pile at my feet
and my winter gave way to warmth
As i'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts

And it finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows he knows my touch will reap
And all my armor falling down
in a pile at my feet
and my winter gave way to warmth
As i'm singing him to sleep