my ear is plugged today, and it thrums - no, thumps, but distantly and irregularly. My eardrum today is like an old amputation: maroon-colored and cotton-wrapped and loosely persistent.

And speaking of drumbeats, they are beginning to make their way to me through the jungle. Here and there, more and more, the occasional and still unreliable beat in the distance. I know what it will become, as more and more drums join in, and it is in expectation of this joyous cacophony that my heart begins to bang its own jittery drum.

Also, I've had too much coffee.

today I witnessed
ms. piggy's nip slip