I'm stewing with "Lady Lazarus":
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
I'm mad as hell and just trying to funnel that feeling into positive action.
I'm not reading much on paper, but I'm listening to Lincoln in the Bardo, and I love it. I'm stretching it out, savoring every word. I'm not usually much for old white guys who play with form, but I'm into this.
I love you all for being awesome. I'm glad I'm still here, limping along, knowing you good people, after more than a decade.