Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Even my journal is tired of this boredom. ME: I seldom use pank. Can't abide the color except in certain things... like petunias. I'm bored. Been rereading dozens of poems and trying to sort into thematic or stylistic categories. Some of the early stuff is horrid. Will soon go through WDC poems and reread over 1,000 blog entries... Speaking of which... I should go through the ones when I was homeless in Kansas. I took a lot off (kept copies) due to space (when the limits were more restrictive) and realized when I read a couple that there is something there to edit, rewrite, share. Between the blog entries, journal entries and poems written it could make an interesting read about going through the process of being homeless. Personally? Just tired. Summer blahs. Boxes everywhere for sorting. Found Costa Rica box (which reminds me I need to pack for England) and linguistics encyclopedia and Spanish-English dictionary. Who knows what else may lurk around here! Sky doesn't get dark till 10:30... but that will change soon. I'm staying up and getting up late. At least temps haven't been unbearable and cool at night. Moonrise over the mountain was stunning tonight. My body temp has been a yo-yo. 96.5 to 99.5. Normal for me is 97.6. Right now it's 98.9 and I feel flush. Not sick mind you, just a tad ill at times and sluggish. I need my energy back before I travel again! 19,538 |