is it saturday already?

it's strange how time seems to take on a new dimension when not bound by schedules. Saturday is here too soon, though the days drag on seemingly endlessly. Strange too how an un-updated blog seems to echo the last line, as though nothing else happened in the last few days, as though nothing existed in my world except that final, resounding thought.

Thank you for the concern and the suggestions, the digital substitutes for chicken soup much appreciated.

I'm alright. Watched "Waking Life" again, since Richard Linklater's new movie is out. Between that and another slog-through of "Seven Habits", I may just pull through again.

I can't stop thinking about the Marc Jacobs monochromes. If they were on sale for $100 I might stretch the budget a bit, but at $350 they're purely aspirational.

There are two birdlings huddled under the neighbors' carport. They've been there since last night. They can both fly a bit -- just a few feet, enough to get out of Cocoa's way. Their family came to visit this morning: five birds twice the size of the refugees, dipping and swooping in and out of the carport, apparently urging the pair to follow suit. I hope the relatives bring provisions.