40 minutes. To do something. To write something. New writing spot. Sipping coffee at new spot, but that’s […]
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Zealot, to acquire travel, Newness and unknowns– Break pattern till I no more see it.
But I’m a blogger. So I’m fucked. But what if that became part or much of my “lifestyle”, […]
Nothing happens. I wished for insomnia, now I got it– Fuck– What do I do I hate punctuation […]
type of lowered light, and some Arista Pinot— MY most significant meditation from day, easily, is that I […]
woken by Jackie wanting to watch some cartoons downstairs. I take to the coffee I made last night […]
through day. Had lunch. Still have time. Go for a walk. Take some pictures– Tell a story.
it bad I’m not in the mood to write tonight? So what DO I want to do? Well, […]
Already with 2 cups swarming and swimming in my circulation, I battle decisions. And this new age, 37.. […]
Cathy just left with babies, dishwasher running and chugging and roaring, and me at the desk trying to […]