Thursday, October 31, 2013


I haven't written much these past five months. In any venue, outside of checks, permission slips and insurance applications.

Because I am happy.

Apparently my writing volume has historically been in direct proportion to my level of angst and unhappiness.

This is interesting. Or not. Depending on one's point of view.

A change of mental venue is definitely in order.

But there is danger. The safety cones are clearly labeled -




.....and like that.

Perhaps a sensory deprivation tank? Or a drug induced transcendental state?

There are more changes coming up. I'll write on them later.

Meanwhile I have the third spider bite from my current town of residence in three years to deal with. This one is on my face. There's a little angst -

Thusly motivated:

~A hungry spider yesterday
~Took a very large bite from my face
~Left a venomous kiss
~with necrotizing hiss
~Then escaped at a very brisk pace.

...It's a start.