Where is the moon?

Last night's adventure meant much-needed relief from still-consistent woe.

Today, I fail to find my GPS charger and doubt I'll want to brave the weather to attend the Storytellers' Theatre show. Neither thing is entirely terrible: the charger might turn up, and even if it doesn't I shouldn't need it until I'm back in Wisconsin, plus the theatre show is also running tomorrow afternoon.

And last night was very good.

I feel like I've lost my blogging abilities . . . used to be able to write more interesting accounts of my thoughts in these text boxes. Perhaps I am subconsciously saving all creative energies for my rare moments of productivity--I am writing two or three poems a month, and continue developing larger ideas a bit more frequently.