Feels a bit like my rhythm has been decidedly bedridden(but just on rest mind you, an exertion again of silent sitting and hover above page, a pen)–getting ready for the show tomorrow. My head has been all ostrich with this book of mine, which is so close–almost ready to send. More than almost. I think stage///page–limbo on that diagnosed split when really there is no fracturing, just my background makes it so. I like where my words are going though. More and more and more and more.

I’d rather sit here and think more on this, enjoy it, but it’s off to work. And once at work, the day just rolls. There will be a bus to hyphen, a switch from the “casual” of business to actual clothes and then more hours to work. Sling that beer. I’m content with the busy time but my goodness does the day just fly out from under all of us these days.

Recycle that boom. Away we go.