The question is do I take a step back during this obvious dry-spell? this drought of inspiration and wait for the next rain before trying to produce abundant and fruitful crops of ideas? Or do I work through, continuing to write drivel … self absorbed and obsequious? … undisciplined and sporadic?

I’m going to New York this weekend. The anticipation of it is an aphrodisiac, wooing my senses and tempting my intellect.

Today I went home for lunch, warmed a big plate of Cincinnati Chili and watched Andréa Bocceli on PBS. Yum and yum. (p.s. searched everywhere for a decent website on Bocceli to link to, but came up with nada, unless you speak Italian or Japanese… I.don’t.) I think I could sit and listen to him sing all.day.long. I mean it. In the same way I could probably listen to James Earle Jones reading… tax law and never get bored.

I miss my window. My old office had a window. I miss that.