Time To Go Back To Work

 Where are the butterflies in the stomach that were once a given on any given Saturday night, since I moved to New Orleans?

It is time to get back to work. If I don't, someone else is going to grab the Lilly Pad, and should Lilly come out to meet them and find them agreeable, she might just tell them that a friend of hers who used to play almost every night, has apparently quit doing so...

All these thoughts are counter to the ego disregarding ways of the true Christian, but there is still a part of me that wants to reclaim my stake on that storied street; and all these people walking around need to hear something "real."