let’s just start with the concrete. it is probably
one hour before i will lay down to try and sleep. i am waiting for him
to come home. i cleaned up tonight because he is bringing a guest with
him. so the apartment now represents the best that it can. this is a
beginning.

this week is hard. every morning motivation lacks and i have to drag myself to breakfast table to shower to car to classroom. jesus. two days left and then a three day weekend.

i haven’t accomplished much. i’ve
arrived at work, dealt with some of the drama of my students. handled
some drama from my colleagues. apologized for this weekend’s
indiscretions. listened to some music.

the shower is my most directed form of thought. i am able to consider what i’ve read, what i’ve seen, and what i plan. i’ve been working on a plot.

one of my collaborations with george will be performed in hong kong. this seems the extent of my influence but i’m not holding my breath.

today the mud surprised me, because it appeared sloppy and yet stood solid, frozen.

this will be terribly uninteresting once published. oh well, there’s always tomorrow.