I was asked regarding the whereabouts of last week’s thoughts. By someone that I sometimes forget still reads. Most folks don’t say much about these. Most observe in silence.
There was a moon last night. I failed to see it. Sounds like a memoir title. Or a song.
By tomorrow, it shall be done. Today even. Maybe. All depends on how quickly I can bleed this week’s stone. And if anything else might end up happening today.
My left eye is a bit askew. Not much, but certainly not an even set. I think they say that’s the case for most people. Not much true symmetry in the human face. Makes for boring looks.