Dear Paul,
I sit here looking out my window & I can see the blue flame over at Baylor. And I think of you ... The birthday dude. All 44 years of you.
Before I continue to type I click over to your get-well-blog, to see how you are. Then, after a long pause ... I look back out the window & silently will you to wake up. I squeeze my eyes so that I can really focus on that blue flame. I think, wake up Paul!
In the meantime, while you rest, I took this photo for you. Yep, lucky number 4. I had Sunday lunch at the Nasher. Just me, a bowl of tomato basil soup & a Picasso to keep me company. I had the entire patio to myself on a lovely humid day in Dallas.
When I was placing my order, I saw lucky 4 on a green Uno card. Yippee skippy ... Green is my lucky color. So it was double luck. Then I remembered that you just turned 44.
Paul, I send all my double luck your way, to get well & wake up when you are ready to.
A world of smooches,
The Tart
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