It smells less like smoke today - hooray.

There is a concert at American Tobacco Campus. David Wilcox. I catch a few songs right after work and enjoy sitting on the grass amidst all the people. A little alarming how familiar faces I see. I've said it before. Small Town.

I end up moving to a McKinney balcony to watch the show. This is as close as it gets to a sky box.

Tonight I also stop by a goodbye party. I end up parking in front of the house of Wendy and Cliff (who moved) to walk to the house of Nicole (who is going to be out of town a lot and will likely ultimately move). Sad for me.

And then I see the Hulk. Makes me feisty and fighty.

And that's Friday the 13th for me.