It's 2am and I'm wide awake until four, mulling over a thousand things that make no difference by daylight, but one of which is the fact that I've written in this journal exactly twice in nearly a year. So to the sound of cars rumbling over the back wall and eventually the hum of song birds who wake up here much earlier than in the rest of the kwown world, I vow to get started. Again. And the first thing I come up with is this:
Sam was at a parent-teacher conference discussing one of his students, skillfully laying out the positives, trying to say something nice. "X has got a real talent for writing. He's creative and a funny kid." Before Sam launches into areas of weakness the dad asks, "Does he seem stoned a lot to you?"
So that's it for today. Maybe it's easier being brief.
That and that we're heading into mango season. A bag of 8 for $1.60. It's smoothie time.