Me, Myself, and I.

I couldn't sleep last night. So I washed the dishes, took out the trash. Watched a video about talking to police. Read a chapter of I Don't Believe in Atheists. Played several rounds of Word Warp. I did some other stuff, too. Thinking.

First thing this morning, I changed José's air filter and polished her up nice. First impressions are important, after all. I. hadn't been on a motorcycle before today, but it went well. It was an incredible date. Moving slowly is a tremendous feeling.

I bought a French press on Wednesday and it's presently steeping the same thing I drank then. Mate chai. I. picked it out. A beautiful aroma that lingers in your mind and dreams.

This entry will end with a quatrain I wrote two years ago. It's how I feel again today, but much more blissful. Before that, though, here's something I found of myself on Google. It's ancient.

I'm falling with the leaves this season
but it seems that my heart is hardly beating
I have become so brittle, I'm barely breathing
I fall through June and I awaken weakened