A night away from the homestead = a bag of nuts, tea, multiple line edits and stress farts.
UPS
I'm looking to bring together a large group of UPS drivers for a feast and informal discussion about the colors brown and yellow, work, aspiration and leisure time. If any of you dear mammals know any UPS drivers, please send me a note. xoxox
Sky Landing
My attention is a little divided today. The dreams I had last night of snow and mittens and biking are still with me, but only as snow and mittens and biking. As are the bendy moves I just performed on my studio floor. Twists and rolls and side planking. As is the meditation I sat through watching watching watching my thoughts spin and whirl their yellow and not-so-yellow. Beckett is up devouring cereal. Ruby the cat licks and paws her fuzzed ears. I should be more affectionate towards Ruby I think, maybe pick her up and stroke her head for an hour each day. She's a heavy lap cat. Her heft puts my lap to sleep. Things to remember, follow the yellow brick road, blink rapidly with every hour of screen time, wiggle the body, walk slowly, hunger pains. Things not to remember, that itch.
