I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Jokers to the right

Haven't been able to get much done at night this week (today included). With writing over lunch I have about 1200 words on Chapter 35. Tied in the bits and parts and need to wrap up the semi-action.

Spent the evening writing reports and reading ordinances. Not a lot of fun, but needs to be done. Also trying to keep on the positive side of being tired. A few more days to the weekend. Of course that's scheduled up as well. We'll probably be at Zoar one of the days this weekend for their Christmas program. And to score a loaf of stollen (and maybe some other bread made in a real brick wood-fired oven, the kind you make the fire inside, clean out, then bake). Maybe this year we'll also make it back to the church in time to hear the organ practice. The other day will be rewiring the decorations.

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