The day of rest.

Home sweet home.
Blessedly in my jammies {the purple ones with glow-in-the-dark yellow smiley faces} listening to The Grateful Dead channel on Sirius.
Last night's show was I N C R E D I B L E.

About thisclose to slothing on couch to read the new Rolling Stone that was waiting in my overflowing mailbox this afternoon when I got home with one Monsieur Bob Dylan on the cover. Can't wait to read it - and see him in June!

Weekend was awesome - no cheesesteak, but oodles of other stuff that made me not even remember until now. {All the more reason to make a special trip, yes?}

Pictures and stories about my not-so-random weekend in Philly are forthcoming - too exhausted to wait for my slow-ass dial up.

A Thursday in April.

Wrote three tanka and five haiku this evening, including

Reflected in a
window looking into night
she ponders it all.

and

Light grows darker twixt
the neighboring homes - a glance
upward shows a plane
silouetted against a
still most azure-cream puff sky.

Things I want accomplish, sooner than later:
- Be a calmer, kinder and gentler person in action and thought.
- Wear bright red lipstick/gloss, and not stop searching for the perfect one until I find it.
- Be bold and paint my stubby fingernails the slut red color my toes always are and seize my long fingers.
- Continue being organized. I've done remarkably this week if I do say so myself.
{Kindly never you mind the clean laundry from Sunday still not put away yet on the spare bed behind me.}
- Finish that bloody Dorothy Parker book already so I can at long last finally start "The Fountainhead."
- Know when it's time to back away from the computer to curl up with Celestial Seasoning's Sleepytime tea because the apartment is freezing.

I've been in my jammies since 5:30 p.m. and it's be rad.
{I've had my hoodie hood up since about 7 p.m.}