A thought is only a spark in the dark.

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I’ve barely had a day this month to call mine. But after three weeks the time and space is back in my own hands for a few. Temps above ninety degrees are apparently in the rearview mirror. I’m more worried about my cat and less about my car. I’m not fully caught back up on sleep and the list of daily rituals is in practice broken. The plumbing is under control, and …

That’s the scattershot snapshot.

Solitude is a need just like sleep. Sometimes there is a deficit. That must be caught up.