After a week of feeling like a terrible excuse for a human being, the aches and pains are starting to break away, brain fog clearing. The sky is grey and cool with windows wide open for the breeze. Hot coffee and blog reading breakfast, listening to Haruka Nakamura, making plans for the day such as dishwashing (after a week of weakness good god does the sink stink) and giving up hope on lunchtime avocado (which overnight became a cat toy).

Yesterday: productivity, Gala Art Auction planning & envy (as in I will never be able to bid on that, glee over the artist donating the piece, etc) reading the new issue of Poetry at the bus stop (esp Pinsky's Robot libretto, Anthony Madrid's "In Hell the Units are the Gallon and the Fuck" (with the eyes of Athena, and the hands of a destroying eagle) and a poem about Hart Crane & Frank O'Hara, Kenneth & Barbara, etc etc.)