Coming home to an empty home feels kinda of that way. There's also that sense of relaxation that I don't have to deal with anyone else. Is it always so? The lights were left on...so they can't be too far.
I got an e-mail from Steve H. a few days ago. I responded while at work. I guess I had a lot to say.
There's a Guinness bottle in front of the mouse pad. The room is in disarray. I'll be up at 8 for work tomorrow and then off to Moreno Valley for a DanceSafe table...aye... and I need to make that phone call but I left my phone at work.
I also haven't typed much here the past few weeks. I guess I've been keeping it inside and or discussing important words with people directly.
Common ground.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
