I initially typed the headline as “incrimental,” because I think I’ve got the state of politics on my mind. Which is criminal-heavy at the moment.
So there’s that.
But not really what I meant. I’ve been thinking about the tiny blocks that just add up. Tidying, little bit by little bit. Writing, line by line.
And time, whether we do anything with it or we don’t, there it goes. Tick by tick.
Kind of reflective today, I guess.
It’s pretty gray out, the flat kind, the kind that doesn’t promise rain, only gloom. I’m tired as I didn’t sleep well, for no reason in particular.
And my dreams were weird.
But so it goes.
I am going to try to get some oxygen up there, blow away the cobwebs. Have a great Tuesday.
