Spent the day listening to heavy rain on this tin roof, in the company of an enormous to do list. Cinnamon toast, walnuts, and papaya for dinner, and an urge to run away this weekend that waxes and wains with great irregularity. Summer gets increasingly busy starting next weekend; it's the deadline we're up against.

I'm trying to move more slowly, less quietly, these days. I'm watching birds and weather. I'm trying to form new plans into unfamiliar contexts. I'm drinking dangerous quantities of hobo coffee with heavy cream. I think I'm, slowly, on my way somewhere.

I hope you are too.