Reason has returned to the land of Who I Am. The fires still burn, the floods still rage, and will always do so. But the stars and the night sky have wrapped me in their velvet warmness.

A dreamer leant some inspiration to me today, and it was just what I needed. A dream of a far off place in a far off time doing far off things. She and I have healed a lot of things between us, without that kind of effort that makes you wonder why you’re doing what you’re doing. We’ve healed by just being us, and that’s storybook perfect.

Apparently, eggs come much closer to tasting perfect when you cook them in threes. There is a completely different taste, and it’s just what I usually want. That, and nothing seems to stick to the pan. Yeah, it’s the little things that are important. Like completely scouring the Michigan Talent Bank yesterday. Like scouring the State of Michigan openings today. Like being determined to walk to the Union to work on my book.

Anybody have a spare hard drive they’re not using?