along Lake Mendota: discarded tree, discarded pumpkin
After this coming January 10th I'll be more balanced. Of course I will. Hang in there for the unveiling of grand schemes. In the meantime, I am woking hard to permit Ocean to bloom in days where I should be sequestered in the bubble of my own work and... secret project making.
Patience, said so and so, is extraordinarily rewarding.
That better be true.