and I think of today so far, and standing out are the two cups of coffee I took […]
Month: December 2014
Down stairs in Dark, more voice and Sight. Not sure if That’s ironic Or not.
Over 3,300 words. Tired. Rain. Bed, wanted. No more writing. But I can’t stop. But I have to. […]
Nothing cataclysmic nothing torrential, not even something impressive or worth reporting in my opinion. But the weather still […]
1:15. And in the JC library, in the middle of the floor but against a wall, glass at […]
I should feel different this morning. More excited or relieved or something, that this is the last Mendo […]
Spent too much time downstairs deciding what I’d sip with this session. Well here I am in my […]
No pen but I need to write Four Mormons, left, eating quietly, closed off– You know, I shouldn’t […]
The clock wouldn’t move. It just stayed in the same hour. It moved, yes, but with punishing forethought. […]
And it starts, Mendo’s final week. Not at all sad but moving a little slow from Dad’s celebration […]