After a night of little sleep, and an interrupted nap, not going to classes, I’m in one of my writer moods. And I feel entirely scattered. Clearing this desk’s top, tonight, finally. Opening a red to write about.. maybe the Cab I bought at Sbragia.
It’s my son and his sickness that gets to me. I deplore seeing my little Beat this beat. Just have to let it run a course, whatever course it intends taking. Have to keep composed, for him while he battles this bug.
More friends of mine traveling. Me with the same revolving, tape loop.