Things fall in place nicely from time to time. The sun is shining, my head is aching, but the words are coming, so all is good, despite what otherwise might appear to be chaos.
The pollen is what has driven my head to distraction, but my mind distracts my fingers and my head is forgotten in a strange Ouroboros kind of way.*
I’m glad we had this talk.
*That was an Eddison reference, btw.