.: mmmmmnhhmnmhmmhm.… 9:01 am; first lights of morning, first cup of coffee. The day looms large, though my skin still feels the taut pull of my yule-ish expectation of snow. In the mad scattering of all the elements of life lately, I can stop and marvel at the gentle pirouette each thing undertakes; a graceful and seemingly-meaningful dance as it floats gently back down to the ground. And, amazingly, it seems that they’re all well on their way to falling in place. I will not mention the F-word (editor’s note: Fate), because I think it premature and, in any case, a rather deluding concept. Give me Fortuna anyday– the fickleness of Lady Luck; the chaos theory of life’s casino.

So here but for the grace of you go I: bills to pay, loans to repay, computers to modify, papers to grade, an adventure with tuckblast to undertake, a website to design, music to purchase (yes, dear readers, you read that rightly; for while I support, implicitly, piracy in general, I also revere sound quality… and alas! few of those who attach themselves to our P2P networks are as interested in that as I, so it’s back to the source: a CD or two).

I feel the upcoming leap from the prosaic to the art of things… in that, my recent ruminations on all things comic (and here I mean: books) will begin to appear, and also, I should think, when I mention such a thing as piracy, I will expound more theoretically on the Pyrate, and all I think it means (as I am promised to do regarding the archetypical cowboy).

But for now, it is enough to be posting more often. Like returning to an old, but favorite, book… the paper creases, the skeletal spine, the miraculous stems and curves of letters.

So on with my day. And you: on with yours.