Overnight lane closures congest easy breathing paths when least helpful. Calls and emails fly off fingertips and land against poorly configured voicemail boxes and delays in understanding. Clear and warmish days end with clouds massed on the horizon, biding their time and boding ill. shakes fists

I don’t know if I’ve reached the end of denim but I do like being able to layer in cooler weather. A tie, a scarf, a lightweight sweater, a jacket and even the leather jacket I was having second and third thoughts about, all conspire in Chayka-ish gray. Dress for anything, and it just might happen.

Give me a partly quiet day, starting slightly later but just in time to spare a coworker unnecessary travel and travail, followed by a late autumn sun yielding to a nearly full moon, a visit to see some expected and unexpected folk in old stomping grounds, and the promise of more time just ahead.

I stayed at home long enough to come up with a fortieth song for the three albums I’d planned to release early Monday. But I messed up and released one album about an hour ago. I’ll put the other two up tomorrow evening, and figure out how best to mark these latest approaches to music domination.

Off the street, tinkering with albums, soaking up sun like the lazy beloved housecat does, and reading about more Ceiling and Wall stuff, thanks to a timely Mastodon share. Will I go out tomorrow if I can help it? Signs point to no, but it may happen. Enough to do here without external obligations.

I have totally been blowing off the prompts from one of my apps about gratitude this month. I didn’t think I would think about the prompts until a conversation today while I was assembling a thing I’m going to put up Monday. But yes, doing stuff and waiting long enough for it to be novel is clutch.

Got to say hi to someone who helped build the building a little bit. Surprisingly I gushed, but no regrets. Wild how you can leave, go someplace and come back and it’ll be all good, a thing some people get to do sometimes. Well, maybe not them other folk recently but, you know, cordial, collegial.

I stared into a Corner for about forty five minutes a few days ago. Even though I know it’s made of two normal Walls that hold things up and a natural Ceiling, it’s not a thing I seek out. I’ll need to find time to figure out ideal uses and supports, and perhaps Shelving, for (hopefully) Later On.

Wound up doing the college-grind thing today, foraging for food in refrigerators and marking time by leg stretching and a little bit of lolling in the sun. The diligence and focus felt restful after a while. If I could keep that same energy for one or two other projects tomorrow, I wouldn’t be mad.