and not reading. and thinking about not reading.
one should work on book today. one has not done this.
one has cleaned the office. a mountainous job.
one has decided to teach a class at UTC this fall. one wonders why one has done this.
one wishes to continue to get things done today. one hopes some of these things will have something to do with writing.
one may gaze at navel and out skylight and do precious little of any use. one realizes that one spends much time this way.
one wants to bust a move. or as my mama would say, june a around. i do not know why she said this.
to excite the liver
to put hands upon objects and pick them up and poke them into bags and boxes
to race the heart
to build the muscles
to make a place smell better
to lite candles
to lite incense
to cook supper
okay i am going to peek into the book now. just a little.