I am fortunate tonight. It has gone quiet inside me and slightly blurry. I feel like I am hovering, weightless on the subtle ache of worked muscles, and post-prandial satiety. Glucose soothes the savage beast.
The ideas still roar out faster than I will ever fulfill them -wouldn’t have it any other way- but I’ve scored three out of five on the TCB scale today, and the day’s not done yet. The day’s not done.