Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Practice: Checking In on All That

I'm blogging now and quickly. From work.

Because by the time I bike home, I won't be able to muster it.

But last night, before I slept, I uked. (Not puked.) I meditated. Fidgeting. But still.

The cold keeps on.

I'm reading George Saunders' collection Tenth of Dec.

February is unspooling too fast.

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