Sorry if I've been uncommunicative lately. I'm in thinking mode, brain going as fast as it can almost all the time. Makes for fitful sleep, and my temporal lobe seizures have picked up again, like they always do when I get thinky. (Maybe it's just that I notice them more when they actually interrupt active thoughts and don't notice them when I'm vegging mentally. I don't know.) I've actually come to sort of enjoy them, like an old friend or an inside joke. "There is great mystery afoot!" they whisper to me. It makes me smile. They're so silly. Everything is just everything, nothing more. Silly, silly seizures.
Not much to say today. Just tapping my toe to the jazz. It's jazzy. I know you can't hear it, but you can imagine it. Hear it now? Jazzy, no?
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
