|Vignette of lake for Thaliad by Clive Hicks-Jenkins|
Cloud and ignorance appear to be the order of the day. I believe the dawn cloud must have crept inside my head. I believe that my brain may have been replaced by vapor.
However, I still manage to like this quote and to be astonished (California friends, watch out!) by the article it came from: "It has been said that an actuary is someone who really wanted to be an accountant but didn't have the personality for it" (Kessler, WSJ.)
Morning twittage, since I have naught else to say:
- The universe so big, so much to fathom... But children say wonderful things out of insufficient knowledge.
- Contemplating the well of my own ignorance. It is very great and very blue.
- Believe that refers to the scattering of sleep across the globe. Dark conspiracy of the Sopora Sleep company. @DeathZen @MrsDarkly
- Recollecting my daughter at 5: "Have you ever heard of a five-year-old teenager?" @saladinahmed
- Could we quit using "beyond words," Twit-buddies? Very few things are so, and usually not the ones we say are.
- Recommending Richard Krawiec and Jacar: @jacarpress.
- Cloud that has filled the village nudges my cheek, creeps inside my mouth when I speak, breathes me. Odd, lovely morning. White smudge sun.
- The birds drag long streaming paths through the cloud that has filled up the village.
- The dog is trying mightily to bark to bits the cloud that used to be a yard.
- The yard is cloud. The lake is cloud. Cloud is snared in the rose canes. Infinite confine.