4 20 pm pdt [ 4 20 ]

[No intended drug reference.]

I used to have so many lovely thoughts that brimmed in my mind, and I was clever and snatch them up and keeping them on paper, or in words to others. Now so many come and go and I feel each day I am losing a little bit of me. I am not holding on to enough. I am slipping.

Today much is swirling. Science-fiction views of the future. Thoughts of assignments I'd give as a high school teach some day. About various forms of fiction I could publish if I sat down and made myself write. Perhaps I could do it during lunch each day, in between teaching at the preschool and nannying for the Three.

I am fairly certain I won't. I will see tonight how much I have written, draw the fragments together and see what becomes of it. I will do that.