Drear-Bløgg or madumb

After neglecting to participate in online exhibitionism over the past two weeks, I return to you, a survivor of many sorts. Too many things on the plate, relationships cracking others renovated or refurbished, trips, shows, work and sunshine. Flowers, bugs and thunderstorms. Dreams of flying snakes, swimming in mirror pools, 6 billion dollars with Barton sisters and running away in the escape pod. I hold out for dandelion fever, and Chicago on Thursday.