Home at last, after a big day of rolling up data points & periodic outbursts of erratic behavior.

Work was as big as it gets & today wasn't a culmination, it was more like finding myself in a trench, with arms & uniform - surprisingly ready to "do the right thing".

Hmmm, that reminds me of Gillian Welch. Don't know much about her, but I quite like this set of lyrics:

Darling remember
from when you come to me
that I’m the pretender,
I’m not what I’m supposed to be
but who could know, lf I’m a traitor?
times the revelator, revelator.

The idea is, you can't really tell - even yourself - if what you are committed to do is the right thing - only time will tell. The same is true for people who don't share your beliefs. This notion, if true, would explain time's clumsy ballet, not to mention uniforms and data points.

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I'm sitting under opening roses & babies breath, listening to Brad Meldau's new album, playing across the table on Jason's computer. There's a richness to this time that's pretty overwhelming.
I'm ready to try the pressure cooker. I think.

Onward!!