People Travel in Clusters

I was standing with Flavia today, grabbing a late morning cup of hazelnut, when two women came into the kitchen behind me. They were trying to get into the fridge, so I had to shift my stance a bit. I glanced back and found myself staring into the eyes of Lisa, a woman from my writing class. We both squealed the obligatory exclaim, "OH MY GOD!"

Turns out she's freelancing for my company now (writing). I find this a bit funny since my writing class has become so much like group therapy, and now here we were standing, face to face, unable to hide. I told her that I want a bunch of us to keep in touch; to exchange writing drafts every 4 to 6 weeks or so and to meet for coffee and a good workshop session. She agreed but, "Not the guy who has a sex addiction!" How odd to find her in my kitchen at work, next to my Flavia, I was thinking, when she said aloud, "This is too odd...people must travel in clusters." And then I wondered who else was in my "cluster" that I'm not even aware of yet.

Anyway, tomorrow is the last writing class and we're having a potluck. I'm bringing Jo's World Famous Guacamole. I'm going to sign up for a class for 2008, I'm sure of it...I'm just not sure which class...something in the personal genre, that's all I know.

Tonight: David Gray at the Wiltern.