The facts about today.

Bruiser woke me at 4 a.m.

Wrote.  Ate a bowl of Kix.

Woke the historian and climbed back in bed at 7.

Awoke three and a half hours later.  

Cleared my head, got dressed, ran some errands.

Found this, this, this and this in the piles of cds everywhere.

Bought lipstick and Sundance tickets.

Wrote some more.

Asked myself this question:  What connects grief and the will?

Read.

Made red lentil soup. Laundered. Waited for the historian to get home. Walked Bruiser.

Tried this and viewed this. (via kottke)

The Jazz beat Indiana.

That is all.