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

Friday, September 3, 2010

I can haz con crud

Sorry for the lack of posting, but I've been sick. Seems a bit of the con crud snuck in and zapped me. Although, I have noticed quite a number of people besides myself have a late summer cold (people who weren't at the con, and I haven't seen for a long time).

To add to the mess, the day thing has been a little crazy. The class is ramping up. And we had meetings.

So hopefully more today. But I am alive and kicking. So far.

And to give you a sample of day job, on the musak, right now, is the Black Crowes, "I Need a Remedy." Now some days we have piano jazz, so it's all not ale and cakes, but today promises to be better.

2 comments:

Eric said...

Hope you feel better, man.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Eric. I'm know a little bit better. Still congested though. Hopefully tonight will be my last NyQuill night.