I have the house all to myself again. Justin has found a second home. Art is away on business. No sounds here save the dishwasher I started and my fingers on the keys.
It seems that my days are passing without energy, effort or care.
I try to stay engaged, finding new things to do and small projects to feel like I'm accomplishing something. What egg am I sitting on and waiting to hatch?
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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.
