This week just started, and I already wish it was over. I'm tired and sad. It's mostly my fault -- I take on far too much. I should know better by now. Also, I am partially responsible for my emotional state. But it is somewhat the fault of another, too. Ill considered?
Last week was fun. This week is not. The give and take of existence.
I'm beginning to think I am no longer starry-eyed. Am I learning that old adage about a cat and the nature of curiosity?
Yesterday I was leaving leaves, carrying Carhartt and cologne. Now I am scoring scones and rolling stones, working out my own salvation.
It was cold today at 4am.
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