Peripatetic.

I had the most absurd dream, that I was the one ignoring you for a change, that I was laughing and carrying on with that touch of hauteur I keep in the back of my throat like a shield and a spear both. I had this dream about you and I can't even remember the last time I dreamt about you, though I can very clearly remember the last time I actually saw you, back turned, emptying your pockets as I scurried quickly away. Odd.

I travel next week and again the week after, coast to coast and back again, brackets in tow. To say it's been frustrating trying to juggle itineraries and work commitments and personal commitments and all those tiny little promises I've scattered about like breadcrumbs would be saying far too little. But I won't complain because I don't do that anymore (ha!), my daily infusion of grace a panacea for all that ails (ha!). But like I said then and like I'll say now, it would be far easier to everyday list five things that suck, yet I'm doing it this way just the same.

Did I ever tell you that I never bothered to get the new Ryan Adams album? That girl you used to know is nowhere to be found.