our magic and the truth of tricks, oh man

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I don’t mind you hanging out and talking in your sleep

Mike called from the road today, we talked until the battery in his phone gave out. Every time it’s almost a physical shock how glad I am to hear him. I suspect it’s the same for him, we’ve never spoken for less than three hours. He’s going to drive as quickly from Texas to California as he can, the better to catch time with me in Calgary. There’s a chance he’ll be able to spend a week here after his Winnipeg gig before the next leg of his tour tears him away to Australia for the holidays. I certainly hope so. It’s all very cut and run, very edge of the clock, our planning. I don’t think we know what we’re doing. It means there’s good odds I’m coming back to Vancouver as suddenly single, but I’m kind of alright with that. It’s within my understanding, which counts for a lot, and we’ve certainly made friends-for-life. Love when you’ve got it, miss it when it’s gone, but keep going, right?

Which reminds me, I’m going to need someone to take care of my cats while I’m away. Nick and I are flying out the morning of December 1st, and though he flies back on the 7th, I’ll be driving down to Edmonton with Mike and won’t be back until the 8th.

I guess you’re just what I needed.