happy Sunday.

Naturally, some nights it'd be nicer if life were less about being complex and rich and more about just being the way I want it.

My right knee hurts. I am planning to take it in to the shop to have it looked at. It's been a month, and while it goes long stretches without hurting, it never hurts less.

This is a not a time for wondering about possibilities. This is a time for being with what is, in its full and awkward messiness. There's stuff to be done.