[Taken Thursday at the 6 pm meeting]

It starts with missing a couple of days.
It continues until the reflex to post declines.
And the inertia I once had for regular life-notes slows to a halt.
This doesn't mean things weren't written in 'the journal'.
(an entity distinct from the site)

It does mean I was too busy with helping to Save museums, by building a pledge site
and donating webspace. And shooting movies...

fending off this or that. And being distracted by a host of interesting phenomenon. All of which
is quickly becoming lost to the depths of time.
It's all a blur of typewriters...

And establishing Jan. 1, 2010 deadlines.
And slobbering over the prospects of someday getting to film with a Red One Camera.

....
But no, it's all gone now. All the details lost to waiting to long or
being too stressed or busy to write.

I could really have used that perspective on the previous month.
Some of the inner turmoil was about being open with my endeavors.
A big part that kept me quiet this month I suspect.

The dawn of tomorrow will mark the first of September. A day when
my bank sheet may change in a big way. 4 months remain before the start
of a new year. And my finances are becoming clearer to me.

My philosophy of life has shifted away from the mind numbing repetitively
perennially annoying female issues. And have come to rest on the
firm mantle of a few singular objectives.
Progress on which brings me out of slumps and keeps me hovering in
a dynamic and progressive sort of way.

May my wings continue to life me up as I remain in motion forever
after my objectives.
The details of which will eventually be revealed.