I woke yesterday a good distance from home. Intentionally. A place I had been before, but not in a good many years. A worthy trip, for sure. But exhausting. I laid my head back down in my own bed that later night. Much later. After a few hundred miles of driving.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.8.19
The music shop opens later today than I had originally thought. Gives me an extra hour, which I thought might be enough time to get something down here. We shall see.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.24.19
I began to scheme what I might write, last night for this morning. That then, proceeded to implode upon itself. Life. The way it goes. Etc.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.10.19
The drive isn’t gone. Just different. Changed. Evolved, or the like. Goes with time. With age. Or so I’ve been told. And so, now, I might start to say more often myself. Almost three decades. Just enough to know for sure about how little you know. Which I guess means I know something. …
The Veracious Facade 