Date With Myself

The coffee was lovely, the sounds of two fountains lyric, the several honeysuckles heady and transporting.  I’ve kicked out 1200 words of useful content and I’m uncertain how many of blogs and emails.  And there is day yet to be traversed pleasantly, and there has been no pressure of time or need.

Sometimes I’m just smart.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry


I’ve taken a day off.  There is no occasion.  No one required me to go to the DMV, nor to move things, or save the world from creeping socialism or galloping capitalism or stationary halitosis.

I am, in point of fact, taking this day off because I can and I feel like it and I’ve been getting all duty-struck again, and want to stop.  

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