New Flock of Dimes album here to bring on the good tears.

A very good rainbow.

“Can You Feel Me,” from Childish Gambino on repeat is my kind of cleanse.

When in doubt how to keep sanity on an overwhelming Monday, there’s no question. Flock of Dimes and Wye Oak to the rescue.

Keeping the hummingbird feeder unfrozen for our overwintering friends.

Feeling this paragraph from The Ministry of Time, by Kaliane Bradley. Wilfred Owen sitting in the trenches, listening for birdsong.

Writing time this past Sunday while the snow came down. Editing “counts as writing,” yes?

I assume all these folks are gathered and preparing somewhere on the border of Washington DC.

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Continuing my mid-40s tour of music I started listening to in my 20s, I got to see Bright Eyes last weekend. Plenty of old anti-Bush lyrics resonating all too well, and great to see an angsty teen artist level up to anxious mature adult. Good truth in advertising banner as well.

Keep thinking about this Terrance Hayes poem. Looking forward to “…inevitably hopefully”

Channeling this energy for the day:
“Up here in my tree / newspapers matter not to me / no more crowbars to my head / I’m trading stories with the leaves instead”

Manuscript draft one nearly done. Earlier today, I passed an entertaining landmark.

Bluesky now has over 10 million users, and I was #2,679,184! — first try.