It Might Just Be A Great Day

Off to a soar­ing start, though sleep is still a cor­ru­gated sur­face. Pack­ing it up, pack­ing it in, try­ing to stream­line yet still be com­pre­hen­sive. Think­ing that expec­ta­tions are like putting a soft blan­ket on the future, but the future is like the cold vein of air that inevitably creeps in. Also thinking:

A mode is just a sequence of steps
– Nathaniel S. Clark

Try­ing to weave some new modes from old thread, to mix metaphors joy­fully. The wind is blow­ing; it’s going to be tumultuous.