Both years. How I’d write papers there, sometimes last-minute, staying up late with roommates or just writing…. Those late nights, only going to bed at 3 or 4-something regardless of reason.  What I’m thinking of…. NOW.  At 43.  In this Windsor condo.  Want that back.  That feeling.  That’s the writer and blogger I seek to be.

Texted friend to see when he’s cruising over, no response yet.  Need a shower, shave, Thievery Corporation echoing in my bathroom upstairs.  So much zen this morning…. What I needed.  For Composition of character and EVERYTHING.