In the very near term stretching to the end of this year, I have one job, and its name is House: a set of walls, a roof, plumbed, electrified, and a Certificate of Occupancy to make it all ever so legal in the eyes of the Empire.

It is purpose and maybe even meaning. If necessary even this daily meditation must be sacrificed to it.

I don’t think it will come to that. I’ll backfill the last few days with draft posts already half-written. I’ll frontfill as tomorrow becomes today.

If I can, and I think it’s likely, but …

In the present moment there is only seriousness.