Finally had a decent six hours of sleep last night after a hectic day filled with hurt, happiness, work completed, work undone, anger, delight, phone calls with Massachusetts, Florida, and Derby CT, e-mails with Seattle at four in the morning. The tumultuous ups and downs coming quicker than the seconds ticking by.
I have reread the first chapter of The Body Artist and have some thoughts on it that don’t totally change my initial opinion (post later). But for now, Willie soothes me on the stereo, fills my mind with things other than reality. I need a rest.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology