I am awake.
My parter who I swim with is not, I just called him.
A beer bottle has been standing in the canal for weeks, like a miniature smokestack, enduring rain and heavy current.
The broken mirror in the canal was washed away during the last rains; I found that piece of litter disturbing.
I shaved my head in order to get at my psoriasis, which was getting nasty.
Monday I swam, Tuesday I did conditioning with Aaron by Bebe Lake, this morning I called J.J. but I think he forgot that it was a swimming day. Now I kill time on the internet.
Artesia, Book II is held up at Amazon. Apparently it could be here anytime from the end of October ’till November. Dude, I want to read about this woman and her pagan quest for pants.
I feel wide awake. Huh. This morning stuff is nutty.
When I look out the window near my desk I often see the black and white unfriendly cat go back and forth near the house where he lives. (S)He often has a rodent of some kind or another in his mouth. (S)He’s quite the little hunter.
I read half of the Dictionary of Mu out loud to Janaki last night. “What’s Lemuria?” “You’ll have to wait until we get to -L-.” “But I wanna know NOW.” Its good.
I don’t think I listen to enough music.
Years ago, back on Hanshaw Road, before the dreaded Days of Ken, Janaki and I made up a super-hero on one of those hero makers. We made the Iron Butterfly, clad in iron ala Robot Man but with glorious butterfly wings. He’s lovely, on my pin-up board among my important papers, a gay guardian of justice.
I put Glamdring up a little higher on the wall behind my computer desk so that the blade wouldn’t disappear behind the desk. But now if orc attack, it will be harder to grab.