The study. Never the study. I was in the library when the earthquake hit. It shook my heart in its ribs. I’m now no different, except for the knack for tasting bitter things. I’m on my feet, running, and jumping down short ledges. This ability keeps me floating when I try to crawl. I don’t really try to crawl that often but it helps when one is weak. The malaise seems to have passed. I’m gonna say that this is a sort of checkpoint. I won’t write any books soon but I will after that.
Stay tuned.
