Nothing special

Today wasn't anything special, it wasn't a realisation, or a revolution, it was just another day of getting on with it, with the daily tasks.  And at the end of the day here I sit mulling over the things that I am just getting on with. The things I am going to be getting on with and I will just get on with it.

New voices saying new things, it was the beat poets, or lkj, or, well, there is always a new way, a new voice. Thing is the old voice is not heard, the old voice is not exciting, enticing, certainly not the future, unless, maybe, the old voice in Leonard Cohen.

Bliss
Indeed, what a delight it was to chat again.  Like I was drifting, lost, floating...

March 23
This month I will have to read even more novels than I did last month if I am to finish...