...and counting. Slept in and woke on a damp day. Grabbed a coffee and we headed downtown towards the Art Institute. Stopped for a quick bite and a Black & Tan at Miller's, then walked past the saxophone man playing Wind Beneath My Wings sprinkled with the occasional Sanford & Son theme. I mainly dug on colors today... it might have been Monet that started that off... saw the migraine haze of lead paint and absinthe in a Van Gogh... felt pity on the paintings next to the famous pieces, so paid them special attention... the artists have feelings, too. There was a late 1600-ish painting that had such dark tones it literally pulled the light out of the room. And as we left, the saxophone man was playing W.B.M.W sprinkled with S&S. After that we headed to the float tanks (see links page) and floated for a full hour and twenty minutes. The guy left us in long and the universe smiled on us. It was so easy this time to get into the zone and just float. Very relaxing... and cleansing... salt sucks out satan. It had almost been a year since the last time we had visited. I will need to revisit soon. After a couple of Curb Your Enthusiam episodes, we watched Grizzly Man about the guy that lived with the grizzlies in Alaska for 13 fall seasons and got eaten. There were too many commercials... though I thought the ones for fur coats were ironic... ...and counting... And on a strange note: www.hollywood.com/news/detail/id/3478770