staring at a blank monday-morning type screen i fear i have writers block/ i feel as tho there are several things thriving under the service... just over the past few days turnabouts... maybe, roots pushing up or stones that skip/ this life/ i am thrilled

blessed with... friends that are unrelenting in their support and belief in me

waking just before 4.48... thinking about panic and choosing not to/ thinking about coffee, sweet milk, and turnips


monday.