I was homesick today, homesick for the gang on the engine team. What I didn't miss were the phone calls and demands and constant hurry-hurry-hurry. Still, I came home with a headache I can't shake. I stretched out on the floor for a while, then did some slow yoga and a little bit of belly-dancing to loosen up my back. I'm still achy. The plan for tomorrow is to fetch my ergonomic chair from the other office and maybe hook up one of those keyboard trays so I can put my mouse on it.
I'm thinking about going to The Big City this weekend for a writers' group meeting. They're going to do a panel on the YA market, something I'm interested in. Plus it's an excuse to go up to the city. ;) It would just make for a short weekend.
I think a long soak in the tub is on the ticket for tonight.
e.e. cumming for bedtime:
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life, which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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