I could report all of the daily details. The events (big and small) that have been unfolding in the past 48 hours. That’s apparently what I do here in the Archives.
But the truth is, right now, the details tire me.
I’m craving a blank slate. An empty page. Some time with Zelva the turtle, watching her move three feet in twenty minutes. You know, a slow and steady stream of nothingness.
However, today’s schedule appears to be more hare-like. Hence, my body carves out stillness by protesting an early morning wake-up. My mind seeks solace in sleep. So instead of pre-dawn writing, I wake with the day. Rise with a burst of sun.