A new dawn, a new day. He is risen, hallelujah. Easter afternoon. Many things to do.
Fog lifting from coming off pain meds. New agenda, get ready for life–the proverbial “new normal”, which is going to be what?
New job? New home? Will people get in my way again? What will the people on the outside be like?
What to do to get ready? Be ready for anything. Get writing again. Get working again. Get learning again.
This will be you when it is you. People have blown themselves to pieces (Goodbye, Hunter! Goodbye Kurt!)
I’m not going to pieces, I’m just just going up to Daly City. Or down to Burlingame. Depends on the weather. Go someplace nice and live some life, find a peaceful backdrop, and be, actually very un-gonzo.
This is what it is, and this is where it’s at. Downtown, me and Petula Clark. Pizza or Chinese food.
And whether it is, or it isn’t, I’ll be there. Doing all the things, whatever. Clean, pressed, my reading glasses, my notebook, my phone, bible, what else I need for a hunting trip?
No community. I’ll report in, when I can. A missive from an out of the way Chinese restaurant. Something bright and daylight in my heart.
