i try to imagine a careless life
I had a wonderful evening, between sewing with Eve and reading mermaid lore to her in the glow of a conch shell nightlight, and the warbling kids with their accordions and casios at Market Market, ripping my heart out and putting it back in-- setting it pumping with the thumping of feet and floor toms. Oh, and the exquisite corpse shared between Carl Welden and myself. I think it's been said before, but Carl Welden is the #1 bar-none hands-down coolest person on the planet. The man has tusks. Tusks!
It's past time for me to get some sleep, but the winding down I took from a cup of Magic Mint tea has been counter-acted by a bar of Chili-Cherry chocolate. Tomorrow's a big day, after all, with promises of serious sledding action. I just forgot I made custard tarts this afternoon. I think I'll go munch one and will myself to sleep. I love love love. Just.... ug, love.