It is as they say in Italian, that it is Sweet To Do Nothing. I also found it really hard to do, the first time. Monkey mind.

Dreams and cats woke me extra early. In the night I was offered a job that I applied for eight years ago. I had included samples of my poetry in the packet, a thing I’ve never done in life. It was a library job, in Flagstaff, and I was very much the Portland city boy again. Haunting coffeeshops.

I smoked a self-insulting two, and sat with my cup. I had to turn my back to the screen. There is really only one place to sit but it does swivel and that was a blessing.

It did no perceptible good but I’m going to do it again.