Pretending to remember is a glorious
device; the fan on high from too much
San Francisco summer. I was talking
last night with someone in the middle
of a storm. Trading tornadoes for earth
quakes was entirely too easy. And easy
makes way for complacency. So I do
my laundry and furrow my brow.
Today I am skipping time. When it’s
too difficult to tell September from
January, what’s the difference? How
ever, I’ve nothing really fanstastic
to say to you. Unless you have ESP.
