to the 100 acre wood--
or will be when you read this.
Just now though,
I'm in full-on
list-crossing,
pile-making
lonely loom mode,
which is not my fave
(to put it mildly),
and yet seems, alas, to be
the nature of the beast.
or at least--
to put it more pleasantly--
to be one with the angst,
which mostly seems to involve
attempting to stop second guessing every moment,
while still packing the things I might need
for mixing my metaphors
in hope that the interesting idea I had last spring
will have enough nourishment
to bear the as yet unknown fruit
that it will.
Till then,
I hope you enjoy
your opposable thumbs
in whatever way(s)
you like best
(which for me today
apparently means
drawing my hands
in such a way
that no thumbs
are visible).