After almost yearlong hiatus, this. A note. The two will have to share it.
A wonder it is to be out of the pace of a thing and to return to it with such molasses. When I last left this thing in April of 2020, it wasn’t for lack of ideas or inspiration. It was time and futility and letting things fall away.
So today, rusty gears creak their dust into one another and we move a wee bit ahead of where we were.
Here. A note. For the lunch you eat at home or wherever. These are not houses.
Daughter says: your drawing is still good, mom. Well then. I’ll take it.
No Ordinary Notes 