Have been sick. Better now. Feeling very present in the moment lately. Feels good. Lotsa different trains of thought and can't seem to pick one worthy of even a post on this sad little blog. I am tragically unhip. Been reading lots of books written long before I was born. I coulda been the groupie of the literary world once upon a time. How easily I could be seduced. Words, sentences, phrases make me inordinately happy. Suppose that makes me some kind of language slut? I hope so.