Well, after that last bout of capitalism, I’ve been relatively introspective, and also relatively productive.
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
Playing guitar. Writing emails. Reflecting. Working this weekend so I can have fun next weekend. Knocking out the work backlog, and dealing with a lot of financial planning and catch-up. Beautiful weather. What more can I say? Life happens.
August 12, 2006