It’s one o’clock AM. Paul gets up and crosses the guest bedroom of my parents house in Auburn, AL. He picks up a ratty old aquamarine or light blueish blanket (it’s hard to tell because the only light in the room is coming from a lamp behind the bed that I’m laying in). He wraps the blanket around himself and returns to the desk where he’s cutting together the Reynosa Mexico video. “You look like Yoda,” I say, “or my grandma, I can’t tell which.” Paul turns to me and states matter-of-factly “I’m telling your grandmother that you said she looks like Yoda.” Insanity takes us. Sorry, I just really wanted to share that with you guys. I’ve been working on the new intro for my book Discovering Joy all day. It’s hard, I can’t seem to keep my focus on the large scheme of things, and I continually find myself sucked into the paragraph I’m working on. The result is that many of my paragraphs tend to not fit in well with others. I’m piecing it together, as I find my voice…? I’m tired, forgive me. Anyways, it’s finally getting cold, hence paul and the blanket. I have a photo shoot for an old friend tomorrow that should be a good time, and then, if all goes as planned, back to Birmingham. I have only been gone for 3 days and I already miss it. I didn’t realize how much it has become my home. It’s so strange to me, how alien I now feel in Auburn, even staying with my parents. God has a tendency to re-orient you, and so I find myself calling Birmingham home after only 6 months there. Well, I think it’s time that I stopped typing and started sleeping, I good you bid evening my friends.