Ugh.

Am thinking of actually writing poetry again.... Don't ask why. Suspect that after a long period of intentional hibernation, the bear senses it's time. May be delusional, and ultimately Quixotic (a word that sounds frighteningly like 'idiotic'). Now have skeletons for two poems, which is something I've not said since 1998. Yes-- I am old. I'm either onto something true, or I'm a fool of Jonsonian proportions. We shall see.