You don't know who Davido is? Swoony lounge singer par excellence, dark and handsome and extremely temperamental; way ahead of the whole swing/lounge revival, he's been crooning to the young martini set at Mere Bulles for the last five years. He's famous for his tantrums, his hair, and his smooth, velvety voice here in Nashville, a town not easily impressed by voices. I was grinning like a loon throughout the whole conversation. I just kept thinking, "I'm talking to Davido!" I was really quite tickled to help him look into airfare to New York. Actually, the thing that tickled me most was his mom was on the other line, in New York. Here's this relatively famous lounge diva asking me for the cheapest ticket to New York and his mom's giving him advice all the way through the conversation. His mother and I got along famously, especially when I was reading through some arcane fare rules for them and muttered, "...stay a Saturday night, purchase 7 days in advance, and yada yada yada." She thought this was hilarious. She probably thought I look like Daisy Mae, since I live in Nashville. Ha.

When I got home from work tonight, I found a birthday present from Janice Murray, shortly to leave on her tour of Australia as winner of the Down Under Fan Fund. She thoughtfully sent me a copy of the first so-called Jane Austen Mystery by Stephanie Barron, and Blue Windows: A Christian Science Childhood by Barbara Wilson. I can't wait to read both, though I may need to be in just the right mood for the second book depending on the content. I didn't have a very good experience being raised in C.S., so I'm a little wary of confronting all that old stuff again. I have high hopes for the Jane Austen mystery.

In conclusion, I'd like to share with you this fascinating excerpt from today's Tennessean, our local newspaper. In an article about The Zone, aka The Flow, a mental state of intense concentration during a difficult performance, the reporter quotes flow guru Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi as saying most people have experienced "the semiconscious autopilote state we slip into when doing routine tasks such as folding the laundry, driving a familiar eel because you are so busy doing it."