Making contact!
I updated the work calendar which now covers through mid December which felt like a reoccurring reckoning with the year closing. Something about a seasonal shift....... Aggressive squirrels. A week or more (more) ago I was late to dinner at the bosses house because I had to pluck a chin hair and consider my mortality. It's like the bangs all over again. But the moon has been huge, a hot drink is on the horizon, and the dogs bountiful. A fire that gets to be inside soon! And it wouldn't plug in.
Note to self: sit outside for about eight minutes and usually feel refurbished.
A month as a list:
Going back to the crab, L show, even in registrar inbox
Sasha Gordon and Major General First in Command
Frufru like sake toast, community like pot luck
Matching fear with preparation
Mountain top charm, kneading seat, pairing with blue
Dogs and other companionship
Fearless of heat I go to eat the hot star, and other words in a airborne airstream.
There's something on the verge of frustrating about how easy it's felt to see the picture. Maybe drawing is the answer (paper, so noble). Perhaps if many ask is it done it ought to be revisited. One thing at a time still remains.
Things conquered:
Highways
Laundry
Curtsying through discomfort
Giggling
British accents
Yet to tackle:
Book in the blue painting
Purple
Tidying my desk
Brain fog
Paper
Perhaps it is seasonal! Foggy morning drive, dewy moldy car.
Bounty, galore,
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