Day 132: The Day After 131

He liked this kind of magic. It’s precision and predictability comforted him.  He felt more like his grandmother knitting a shawl or a mason erecting a cathedral.  Before the first dowel was laid he announced a goal.  With the placement of each successive dowel he built toward that end.

Eventually I’ll be able to convince myself that a single word on a page is writing at this rate.  Damn you big screen TV and brain jelling HD reception.  And stupid crappy championship football game with teams I don’t follow that sucked anyway.

At least I’m efficient enough to skip right to the part where I don’t do anything new or good in the new year rather than the speedbump making resolutions might have been.

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