I have this statue on my desk of St Francis, I think. Someone would love it. I need to find that person and give this statue to them. Maybe they’d want it at the Catholic Worker. It’s looming like a giant over my little Durga and Krishna statues.
Cleaning my desk is a constant need.
Today I attempted to clean up some poems in my fortune cookie notebook, but they kind of resisted that. I tinkered. I tried.
Ming’s taken Little Sir Echo to the mechanic and I’m listening to music I never should–Carrie and Lowell. It’s fuckin’ depressing!