Noticed I posted the same pic twice.  Wine glass on desk.  Oh well.  That’s much of postmodernism, as I see.  Loving the silliness and here-and-there follies you commit.  Cold outside, heat finally coating office.  All the gratitude accumulates and steers me one way then another…. Acknowledging truly what I want, and my tireless fire to get it.  Tonight, committed to going to bed unable to sleep, so excited from something I built, tonight, in just a couple hours.  Last week is gone, the ripples and thunder no longer on any of my radars.  Page, boldly blank, inviting.