I have so many things going on right now - designing umbrellas, making catalogs, taking pictures of men and women in ponchos, concocting SRS releases, novel editing part 3, enriching soil, dutch hoeing, planting seeds, researching chickens, domestic renovations, friendly encounters, letter writing, jazzersize, headstands, and intestinal feeding - I feel as if my brain hopped inside a tilt-a whirl that won't stop. I'm in the mood for a vacation, a pause away from this blasted cycle that reintroduces itself throughout my life and devours parts of me entirely. Oh America, what have you done with my arm?
