It's 7pm, long the craziest time of night at the messiest house in Wetville. For the first time in almost ten years, I have the house to myself for more than a few hours. The music is my choice and my volume, I eat to my own rhythm, wine is back on the menu and the fire is warming the house nicely.
Last time I had more than five seconds without multi-tasking, I committed to me-made-May '12, an online project where participants wear at least one piece of clothing they have made themselves each day for the entirety of a month.
All 31 days.
That turned out to be a misguided attempt at commitment on my part. Tonight, I'm wondering about something else. Could we create a book of poetry and prose related to the West Coast? I've speculated on who to talk to to create a 'we'. I've thought of what I would write about. I also know that when term starts this is going to seem a ridiculous idea in terms of finding time to make it happen.
But on every other level, it is a good idea. Hmmmmmmm.