I thought I’d get to see one of my favorite bloggers, Andrew Sullivan, tonight at OCU, but he cancelled because he’s got the flu. Likely story.

Oh, well, I’ll just go to Rococo’s for the jazz jam tonight instead. That’ll show ‘em.

I want to mention that I very much liked Paul Medina’s work at JRB last Friday. Very strong images and innovative presentations pleased my eye and teased my thinking/emotions.

I had a quiet and somewhat productive weekend, but I spent almost all of it alone at the house with the cat, who got his ass whipped by another neighborhood feline. I rescued him from the magnolia tree in the front of the house, but he had obvious signs of being the loser of some titantic battle.

Rock chock Jayhawks. I’ll root for the Big XII team every time and they looked awesome against North Carolina.

Chief campaign strategist Mark Penn was demoted, but not out and out fired from Hillary’s campaign. This is the second major shakeup at the top of her campaign since February 5. I’ve been in campaigns that were behind and not catching up and it’s not so much fun as being on the winning side. Today’s Gallup Poll puts Obama 9 points up over Sen. Clinton and polls indicate that she will not get the double-digit win she needs in PA., is in a tie in Indiana and far behind in North Carolina. Her reality check seems to be bouncing as three more superdelegates came out for Obama over the weekend.

I can feel the April 15 tax deadline looming over me like today’s cloudy skies, cooling off the warm spring and my desire to get out of bed at 7 a.m.

Let there be light, and there was light and it was good.

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UPDATE: The jazz at Rococo’s was smooth and cool. I actually applauded several sets. I treated myself to coffee and a hot chocolate pudding pastrycake with whipped cream and cocoa shavings drizzled with a chocolate sauce. The Jayhawks came from 9 points down with two minutes to go in regulation play and came back to win the national college basketball championship in overtime play against the Memphis Tigers. It was a very good game between two excellent teams. Storms flashed and thundered through the metropolitan area, whipping the leaves of budding flora in my neighborhood — a natural symphony I’ve always liked. Peace out.