Going for the slow start day Satyrday,,,,

It’s 8AM,,, Coffee in me, but wants a second round, and I am moving glacially slow today. Grizz is quite fine with that; “Moar Lap!”

I’m gonna make it to the lake, gotta get some miles in, may even a roll sesh for giggles. It’s cold as a witches teat right now but the water is warmer than the air since the fog is so thick outside, I can’t see the trees from my porch (30′ away)

Thats not saying the water is warm,,, just warmer than the air. Not saying much really.

Gonna take the morning to do some stuff that I won’t be able to accomplish on domestics day (places are closed sundays). Need to get another 100# tank of propane filled. (went through one already, but at $65/tank, and over three months,,,, I can handle this,,,) Still feel it too early to start building fires in a stove that I can’t regulate except by opening doors, and the bugs are still in motion: open doors are invitations to infestations,,, blech! Stinkbugs are the worst but they are the worst in the worst of ways,,,

Lookin’ round the webs, seems I am not the only blogger taking a hiatus from the world. Everyone I read is feeling ‘overload on teh stooopid’ rignt now. Gotta step back from the precipice now and again, or it sucks you in. Thats no place with perspective. “you know when you get so close, to something that big: you can’t see anything at all” (a line in a song I like, albeit a strange one, you can find it at the bottom of the post,,,,)

So’s, going to get “gas”, do some stuff around here and get to the lake, later like, when the air is a bit warmer (50ish works) and not push hard for anything, just gel my way through my day and enjoy being,,, Don’t even want to push for the miles so not worried about speed, just get out and do: take a moment to smell the changing seasons, look at the forest babies (if they let me: they’re shy ones, they are.) and maybe do some rolling practice and talk to the fish about lake politics (that damned channel cat keeps eating my babies!!! says Mama Trout)

and now for the musical interlude to a chaotic world.

Fair warning, if you aren’t into “muscians music’, you prolly won’t like the following,,, just sayin’. the bassline is ‘sick’, but the spoken word behind the music is what ‘grabs me’,, her voice twigs a nerve that I can’t twig in other ways.