June 14, 2005
The wadding pool is cracked. That really takes the wind out of my sails. The view from the gray room is of a slowly expanding mud field. I should expand that sentence into a poem. If it was Mary Oliver you know it would get published, but then again I've never seen her park a cable TV movie so I suppose we each play a role in God's plan. Leon is on the intercom regarding Kendo. I think my skills have pleateaued somewhat. Until later, Diary.