Mondays are always a mood. But today I made a concerted effort for it to be a decent one. Sticking to my writing schedule, still. Editing, editing, hoping to have them submission ready soon but we’ll see. Making cabbage today and the smoked ham hocks in the pressure cooker smell SO good. Sauteed onions in some olive oil with the garlic pesto Alfio made. Shook in some Sherry for good measure.
Now, I’m going to share an OG that I hope warrants no introduction but lord knows I know everyone is not taught everything. Not taught the same thing in school, so a link will be lingering below.
Big Bessie Throws Her Son into the Street A day of sunny face and temper. The winter trees Are musical. Bright lameness from my beautiful disease, You have your destiny to chip and eat. Be precise. With something better than candles in the eyes. (Candles are not enough.) At the root of the will, a wild inflammable stuff. New pioneer of days and ways, be gone. Hunt out your own or make your own alone. Go down the street.