It’s a gorgeous Sunday, the last day of the Harmony Festival. Allan is thinking of going without me. He thinks sitting in front of computers like we do everyday is a bad idea this Sunday. He longs for a quality connection with friends he might only see once a year at Harmony. Celeste is dancing on the Goddess stage at NOON. Will he make it? I don’t know. But I know he wishes I would go. What pulls me in the other direction is a sense that I should completely stop driving, and instead of planning day by day, I should be looking at the next 10,000 years, and 1,000 years, and 199 Years, and 18 years, and 2 years, etc. I need to finish two videos by the end of the month, and collect some money, and create some evolutionary tools out of thin air with the help of all I love.