What follows me to work today:

yesterday's headache
major seventh chords galore
lone soloist yawning in harmony over lush choral of sighs
Joan Didion
one crazy oversized dishwasher who gets no calls
one donut, one coffee, one newspaper
four unfinished books of love
assorted actions deferred
the summer of 1990
damnations and all the things I should have said
unruly hair and unshaven face
the girl with rosey cheeks and sweater coat
a blow-dried black cat named Quincy