The end of the beginning...

...seemed like a good place to start at the time I was considering writing at all. Here, on this thing, this blog, which I am still shamefacedly considering new and threatening to my technologically-fearful mind. I am aimless and content, here in the moment of my time, come at last to the closure of a full day of going on and on to do the next thing, always the next thing to do. I'm done doing, for now. I crap with pride on doing for the rest of my consciousness today. Oh damn it is already tomorrow. The clock says 12:02...I have missed the end of the day. It is now tomorrow-today, and I am still going on. Anna, I am starting this thing so we can do this kind of thing at very regular intervals...it means nothing at the moment, this writing, but reading yours was like stepping back down your little driveway, past the barefooted Serbs smoking on your porch, inside your house, to smoosh onto the couch for crosswords or sit on the long bench in the kitchen and eat ice cream out of the container....i love the memories. i love reading your writing. i love you? yes, i love you.