Piano Alarm

Still no decision, or clear one in election.  But I don’t want to talk about that now, think or write about it.  My kids this morning, talking on the way to Oakmont about halves, Jackie especially.  How he’s 8 AND A HALF, Emma 4 and a half, then ME.  41, and that half.  Emma demands that we acknowledge she’ll 5 soon.  I then think about them, them talking, my life’s work, the morning and the drive… then accessing a different consciousness.  I could go in a billion different directions with this, and eventually I probably will.  How I think, what I think and when, then what to do with those thoughts.