a day off in zip codes freshly remembered
Without distraction and paired with a lack of direction
In the absence of thoughts of self-immolation
or calculating the splash radius of an acme anvil drop
I find it difficult to spend time with my time off.
I want to write like I don't miss writing anymore.
Still I find myself at the keyboard, and that is progress.
If we seek progress rather than spiritual perfection then I'll take any attempt at the keyboard I can.
Today is a good day if I manage my responsibilities to myself
I need to develop a routine to create or archive more regularly.
I need to stick to a schedule and feel it proper.
It's time to break out the book again, isn't it?
Yep.