Somehow over the course of the last month or so, my frame of mind has slipped from tightly-bridled optimism to vague worry, mild stress and general foreboding. Perhaps it’s overextended civic involvement. At first, the fact that my neighborhood organization was planning a festival seemed like a case of misplaced priorities — like unto Nero with the fiddle. But upon second thought, maybe we need a good break just before hurricane season. So come check out the Bayou Boogaloo this weekend.