Spin on out down your Western rim,
Metal sweet and fire at will.
Spin on down out your raging wind,
Fire sweet and sing in the spring.
A long weekend spent luxuriating at home. The picture window admits much sun in the afternoon, shedding rainbows over the white plaster walls and the lazy, yawn-prone cat. Coffee is ready in my mug, the sprawling red-and-ivory of the carpet is vacuumed, and the spring is gentle enough to allow me to open the windows.
No news is good news. Peaceful news is good news. Lazy cat is a good cat: of late he's learned how to open the blinds. Unfortunately, he only does this trick after midnight.
I've got plans to attend the memorial, I've got plans to go to Mission next weekend with Zephronias in pursuit of good cheeses and tea. In the meanwhile, I continue on with pushups, crunches, and squats each morning, allowing me to rise refreshed and ready for my new role as a technical writer.
Breath in. Breath out.
It's a good life.