Back and In The Red

Buddhists claim that a single hair from Buddha keeps this boulder from rolling off the edge.

Almost revivified, having been pushed face first into some deadlines and right over others by blizzards and airlines beyond personal control, I'm hustling a bit to scramble back on top of the rolling boulder of administration I call a life.

And yet, unexpected, enforced vacation applies a certain liberation to one's mind, and I'm feeling as loose as the replusive stringies still ejecting themselves from my lungs.

Catch you on the flipside, monsters.