Where all the magic happens.

All sorts of nerdiness in our bedroom.

And I love it.

Eyes to the sky, feet on the ground.

Quiero regresar!

Cease and Desist.

It drops in and out, like an unannounced visitor.
Every one of its visits are unexpected and unwelcome.
Each time it says it'll be a short stay.
At least, the impositions are now further apart.
One day, these haunts will cease and desist.

The Bell Jar.

Having wanted to read this book for years, never having the time, I finally read, and wish I hadn't.  What a disappointment!

I, anxiously, read through the last quarter of the book waiting for her to get the courage, or lose it, and finally do it.

I kept looking for the line, the thought, the event, the action, that would finally give her the clarity to get on with it, to get it over with.

But she doesn't.  She doesn't!  Joan does.  There's nothing moving, inspiring, or frightening about it.

After reading it, I felt like tossing the booking into a fire and myself along with it.

But (ALAS!) I checked the book out from the library... and there is no fire in sight.

When fools rush in....

you know, sometimes there's this fool. and this fool does foolish things. and this foolish fool doesn't want or mean to be a fool, but he's foolish nonetheless.  this fool steals another fools heart and this foolish fool runs with it.  then together they are fools.  together they do foolish things.  and despite the foolish thing these fools do, these fools keep loving foolishly.