February 5, 2021

I am holed up in the house with a fresh batch of home-made bagels. That could be a dangerous thing. With such bitter wind and the snow, I don’t have motivation to do more than stare out the window and eat. I suppose I could on-line shop but that sounds expensive. I have piano to do and I worked on a fairly silly poem that feels fun to write, it is called Elizabeth and the Witness. Some parts are funny, some saccharine but it seems to be wrapping up as a serious statement of some kind. I will have to see where it goes over the next few days. A bit of the poem is actually purposeful writing, adding a rhythmic texture deliberately to make a line whimsical. Not that I have skills, really, just a little bit of finetuning the things I do. This is winter boredom at it’s very best…haha. Maybe, I could paint the living room? Nah…take a nap or read someone else’s work…there ya go!