Chill Miasma
It’s unseasonably cold this evening. Usually we swelter as we hide from the incessant caterpillars spring brings to the city. Tonight it’s got to be upper sixties. A typical New Orleans spring it is not. It did provide some of the least searing Jazz Fest weather I have experienced, which is all to the good.
Especially since my indenture in the servile industry means that seeing Dr. John Sunday was about it for me. Free time will occur once the fun has ended.