choices

Trying for wise ones.

I know this isn’t the typical Friday thing but what is typical in America anymore? We’re in Bizarro World. Again.

I have tried to write something coherent + useful during the past 10 days, since I left a cabin in the woods after a blissfully ignorant & foolishly hopeful night away from the internet.

I’ve woken often lately in the middle of the night, not just because of the perimenopause scourge,¹ with thoughts/feelings/outrages, but can’t bring myself² to write them in the notebook by my bed and by morning they’ve withered into wispy vagaries.

November 6 sunrise, that beautiful little fool.

I’m so sorry, subscribers. And the rest of the world.

I’ll be back soon, making good choices.

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You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear, I will choose Freewill³

1. And how strange to suddenly wish that were all I had to blame.

2. Partly because of weary reluctance but also because my cats are sleeping on my arms. #Choices

3. Oh, Canada… Songwriters: Geddy Lee / Alex Lifeson / Neil Peart