It occurs to me this morning that if I'm actually defined by what I keep referring to the most difficult thing I do all day-getting out of bed-then my bladder is my most significant moral guide.
Sad. There's been a lot in this head this week, but I'm putting it on paper and I'm sorry to the 5 or 6 of you who are interested. All these rich, useless things are still running and I hope the time shows up to say them before some other thoughts win king of the mountain.
There's only so many hours in a day and I've been sleeping kinda normal. That's a respite I'll take.