Dave is working a close and I am up as usual, with a mind whirring. I imagine this is when most of these posts will occur, so it’s probably a good idea to get used to the verbose lyricism that comes with the hour and the insomnia. Should I have been asleep hours ago? Yes. But I went down stair, got on the phone, got unsettled and here we are moving into Sunday.
Who goes in this place? Chazzanit outside of the ordinary, earth mother of a Nomi’s mama and Dave’s very sleepy wife waiting for him to get home at 2 am or so. What will she write about? The day to day, politicking, phtos, links, and general scrap booking of an online moderm life. We’ll see what unfolds and not judge what unfurls and hope for the best.
There’s a waking baby asking for milk, so that will have to do for tonights dues.
