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Things very stubbornly refuse to be good. There is only "better."

And I am turning into a raving insomniac.

However, I have finished writing back to the people that I needed to. At least I do something productive in the sleepless hours.

Damned sleep, lack thereof. It's starting to fragment my train of thought. I've been multitasking with all the organization of a monkey on speed. (It's not effective.)

Tastes Like Burning

Last night the moon was red, and today the sun is red. At least, it's setting that way, and probably rose that way. I didn't exactly look in the middle of the day, because the sun is not a thing to look at for long. And if you didn't know where you were and were trying to guess by air quality, you would think you were in the LA area. Smoke from the wildfires around us has drifted into Albuquerque. You know it's a bad fire season when they start factoring smoke into the weather forecasts on TV.

I bet, however, that it will be a spectacular sunset.

Lexical Wading

The following story is a product of using in a sentence all the words of the day that have accumulated in my e-mail inbox over the past month or so. I will leave it to speculation whether any of it is autobiographical.

( Work in progress... )