whewsh, already HERE. for some days. staying in the empty flat of a friend of a friend, an Icelandic woman living in Boulder. a blizzard outside, and the same in my head, the soft haze of jet-lag. in the mornings, leaving me groveling to the desire — not even out of bed — for more sleep, sleep, sleep. and taking it: not like I have a JOB or anything. but with the limited time here, people to see, plans to be made, and the heavier work of Germany lying just ahead. maybe should be sampling future modes of mentality. nah, just be here now, which is struggle enough.
swimming, forgot my earplugs. ever since I ruptured my eardrum in that surfing crash while hanging out at Randy’s Delaware Shore beach house oh so many years ago, ears have gotten sensitive to cold, so, earplugs are a must. I don’ wanna hear. shutting ears to the noise of being, nah, just sensitive. and not tough.