1) Apparently I'm incapable of even remembering I ever started a blog during the span of dead time that connects week five to week fifteen of a semester.
2) Evidently there's only one more semester left of course work.
3) Clearly I've started on a thesis.
4) Strangely I'll be a master of fine arts in one year and three weeks.
5) Not that strange. Swing a dead cat and everybody has an MFA.
6) But, kind of cool.
7.1) I wont have to wonder.
8) Terminal degree.
~And then you get in a jeep with your friend Bird and drive through the night to a service. Angel Food lost her mother suddenly and we just had to go. We just had to. Just had to give her a big buck eye hug. It was ten thirty in the morning and the light was pouring. And the grace was amazing. And the eyes were red but the arms were out. Up and out. Every day she teaches me how to be strong and good.
Lucky Every Day,
Skin & Skin