The mind is such a vulnerable force. Now I just want to sit still and consume, and be consumed by, everything that I'm seeing, feeling and hearing. The elusive Senses Buffet just opened and I would love to please start with bittersweet dessert. Please?
But you know the only thing that's real for me in this supposedly ungodly hour? Lunch will not cook itself. So let me put a tiny dot at the end of this sentence before I imagine that this day is done and it's time for bed.