The next two days will hit eighty, before things settle back to seasonal, about ten degrees less for the time being.

The space of winter winding down is like Byrne’s Heaven, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

That’s just the way it seems. Until I turn around and look at the slow organizational progress.

Today that meant squaring away all the bits of quitsmoke stuff and setting them up to be integrated into a day and then the next day.

And also this realization.

I have this unwritten rule that got into my head somehow that videos can only be about something exciting. Since nothing exciting is happening, I don’t make them.

But fanfare and hoopla and even … eventfulness … is the exact opposite of the kind of belletrist student-film I want to indulge in.

So the whole not-doing is based on some stupid illusion I don’t even believe in.

Very soon, small excitements will occur anyway.

What will happen then?

There’s no way to know except continuing to live.