A full moon overhead, watched me drive through town, shaking my head, NPR feeding my already saturated ears with you know what, News from across the borderline, binding state and nation, Ben Bernanke, the articulate wife of a deployed Captain, this year's Peace Nobel Prize winner asking for more troupes, a restaurant dealing with the economic hardships of our times, expanded menu, mixing things up, breakfast, Pizza...
Meanwhile, I'm dealing with a lingering case of inner-angst, something vague, something pressing, something left undone, always undone, always seeking completion. Busyness helps. Although, one cannot go on running in circles, right? The madman says, "As without, as within..." So I look out of my window, listen to all the noise that is coming my way, and wonder, "Could I be that messed up?" The madman insists, "As within, as without." But then, he's covered in mud, so what could he possibly know... right? So, "Take a shower," I say, "Then come back, and we can talk." He shrugs, doesn't seem to care at bit, walks away. Annoying.
Now, Afghan situation/Iraq the sequel/disappointing Mr. president -I voted for him- set aside, I just dropped 24 oz of liquid coffee on the carpet, at the office, and I probably need to clean the mess up -for a start. After that? Who knows...
Be well, and as the madman said, "It is what it is; we do what we can, we do what we can."
Slowing the clock down
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