I felt a dark rage that pulsed with the music on the radio today. I felt it, and it drove away my oversleeping-related headache. I felt it on the way to the post office to drop off a letter to which won’t actually go out until Tuesday, thanks to the holiday weekend.

I used the rage to finish the landscaping. It’s all finally done.

I was thinking something extremely poetic in the car. That got swallowed up in using the rage. I don’t remember what it was, except that I was going to end it with “ owes me a letter.” as a non-sequiter. If the poetry has been sacrificed in turning the emotion into action, then so be it.

By the way, she really does owe me a letter. So do and .

IPM had some fantastic conversations and, unfortunately, invovled me leaving early. I desperately needed sleep.

, I remember thinking on the ride home that your hugs felt like healing magic.

It hurts a lot when I miss