mmmmdccxxii

We just got off a suspicious plane.

Let’s try to stop writing for a better
weekend and start screening cheer
leaders. The latter is code for aud
itioning for the comedies of Shakes

peare. If I were on my way back
from Carmel, as I used to be once
a month or so (but several year ago), 

I’d be missing that split pea soup. But

instead I’m home watching the fog roll
in and about. The fog splits hemispheres,

not ham, moving each closer to the other.
Sigh. I’m told by a human I’d rather hold on

to that fog for dear life. And every other 

thing that reminds me just how dear life is.