full of moxie and viscosity

Feeling fresh today. I think the novel deserves some much-needed attention, and I might revisit it tonight after I a) update my father's elementary school site and b) finish Dylan's CD cover. I didn't get much sleep last night (thank you, Benton) and should go to sleep the second I walk through my door tonight, but I can already tell there is much to do.

I'm thinking mostly these days about my "situation." My "context." What that means in a larger sense. I like to think of myself as transient and moveable but not in a rambling, nomadic sense, more like a purposeful, aware traveler. I don't think I'm there, not quite yet, but I know I'm on my way.

The timing blog got deleted so I'll repost part of it: everything is timed so poorly. I want to be somewhere I'm not, I want to be alone, and then suddenly, I can't be where I want to be and I'm not alone. Sigh.