Wednesday. Rain as the day progressed, but the head was reasonably clear and the work stumbled along at a comfortable pace. I have things due tomorrow that will be a strain, but most of the ways I've earned my keep in this life have presented deadlines of various levels of calamity. I think I've got a constitution that requires it, seeks it, but not too much of it, diddle-dee-dit, brain comfortably blitzed, here in Oakland.
You've been into the sake?
No, just a few off the wall words to prime the pump. I've spent these last couple of days in Photoshop and I'd like to write something swell, but all that comes to mind is a predictable tirade against Bush, our President, the man who's astonishing administration gives me less hope this century will be better than the last. Not that I'm going to see all that much of it, you understand, but I was kinda hoping it might wait to melt down or blow up until after I'd passed. But I digress. The idea was not to write about Bush.
Thursday. Mr. Bush is still President, Oakland is still Oakland, Thursday is still Thursday and my head is still empty.