but they're feeding us pizza in a minute.
and i can feel yesterday's yardwork in my muscles.
losing focus yesterday, among all my options out there, would sometimes (all too easily) cross over from feeling like meandering into an anxious agitation. eventually i decided that when that happened it was going to be "back to the ferns." so i was all about the ferns.
ferns are in The Floating Poem, you know. so: feeling floaty feeling bad, float back to the ferns.