Shift

Feeling a crash coming on as the week swells up and over. I could sleep for days, the pull is so strong. Flashes of warmth, the self fluctuates rapidly. I am the very distant body, pulsing quasar, signaling at the edge of visible space. Speeding away faster and faster, while reaching out with all the light I can muster.

Haiku of the Day:

At "The Squealing Pig"
(a pub near Emily's work)
Ye Olde Timey Place

Today's Drawing (inspired by the words "Sweaty Boy Hands" spoken by the precocious Ellie O'Conner)

 Today's "365" Project (Make something that isn't normally cute and cuddly, cute and cuddly!)

"Redemption of Greg, the broken fridge handle"