(van gogh's 'sleeping workers', i believe it's titled)it snowed today. two days later than it should have come, it snows. too late to the party, my friend. we needed you here to assist with the picaresque.
i am tired.
my stomach hurts.
both for reasons one wouldn't expect. but then, expecting anything is an easy way to be wrong. everything is so wonderfully unpredictable. perhaps that is why we create pattern and structure: we can swim in the current of madness when we choose, but retreat to the riverbank when we need solace.
right now i need the riverbank. 2 months of school/driving/winter is a not wholly enjoyable promise, and after being innebriated for 4 days, tired for 3 days, talking non-stop for a week, i need to recharge.
i would like to continue with my children's novel. i'm meeting an agent about it next week. I gave her a soft pitch and it seems she's taken the bait. we'll see.
christmas was lovely. my family are incredible people. so interesting, so kind, so funny. i have video to prove it. perhaps i'll post it. such a cacauphony of joyous noises!
if i get inspired, i'll add the video to this post later.
i hope you are all enjoying some type of pleasure, leisure, or indulgence.
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