I wish I could take better pictures of the night. But it's uncooperative. Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is take pictures of the night, or try to take pictures of the night.
A few very busy weeks. Falling behind on: everything.
I've realized how much I need at least one day per week for work only, without meetings, appointments, and such.
In less cranky news:
a) My head is tingling from the latte I am drinking. That is a really good sign.
b) My co-editor John has posted a sneak peek of our new book over here. People are pre-ordering it on Amazon, and everything.
c) My Yurt Master poem was up a while back.
d) I have some things to say about poetry. But just not now, or here.
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