I don't want to schedule / Love, I want to pour it out

--even in this cold season love can endure
And be green again, which I do want to believe
Despite my unconstant heart--

So I nailed my heart to the wall.

He just stands with his toes on the edge.

Anxious election night. Sitting on my hands and waiting is not my M. O.

Antsy pants.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

‎"Be concerned about your brother... either we go up together, or we go down together."

Our first spring thunderstorm barreled through last night, unleashing hailstones as big as golf balls that upset car alarms up and down our street, and lightning that made the whole sky flash day-bright.

The weekend forecast teases us with the promise of sunny 60-degree days. Too good to be true after this false wench of a spring.

I worry that I'm worried all the time.

Winter is retreating, but too slowly.

The Belleville Outfit's "Once and For All" has my heart in its clutch right now.