It's such a pleasure to just sit and relax. Yesterday was so hectic, and even the waiting was painful. I've been thinking about design work, and planning my next major piece of artwork. Still, there's an aching sense of discontent, a sneaking ennui. I wish I had a book to read, or even just something to page through. Nothing is quite where it should be, and I feel like it might be me that's off-kilter. Last night... I felt the tao again. I felt things slip into focus.
D-rev.
