Put off some work and chores last night to watch the Niners crush the Steelers, and woke up today to realize I was out of clean clothes. So tonight I cued up Wired's Spotify Playlist of the Top 100 Songs of 2011 and did some folding.
Beneath a canopy of trees, we sealed our love with music, flowers, family, friends and a socket wrench.
There’s always so much throat-clearing, when I start writing again. Am I apologizing to you? To some other imagined reader? To Pallas Athena, goddess of war and poetry? To myself? Showmanship, stupid. Stop making excuses and tell them you’re back. Slowly, yes, on silent haunches, etc., Fog City
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.