inquiry

Another morning arrives. 'Tis grey, this one. Slight evidence of overnight rain I suspect isn't over. Plenty of muscle and joint ache, nicely mitigated last night by some good 'ole joint take.

Wife still asleep. Me still mostly news-less.

(I look up from the screen assisting the creation of this, and it feels a sort of swift return from a purely conceptual world far, far inwardly away, as though by one of those suction tubes at a bank drive thru.)

(The outdoor air has morphed from breeze to holy shit still.)

(The leftover steak is really hitting the spot.)

I rather enjoyed writing a review of the local brewery we visited yesterday. My wife was ecstatic it was for her site.

(Tosses the bone, puts Tupperware-ish container, fork, and knife in sink.)

It suddenly seems nearly infinitely silly to be agonizing to describe what could only be lessened – if not misleading – by description....