dear dave

feeling a little bit manic. so much to do, but I'm so very unfocused. I don't know where to put my energy, so I try to diffuse it on stupid stuff. Like blogging (sorry).

The smell of pizza dough is wafting up from downstairs. Beverly, Gayle, and Analya are talking and working. The sun is shining. Michael Buble is singing.

I feel manic, but content. Snugly. Safe.