2-28-93 Can't you see, there's a bird on me?

The last big two, another big break.  There's little hope to get much accomplished, though this is the time to get it all done.  I see a big stall ahead, where my enterprise must catch up with my situation.  How much can I work after all is said and done.  Better than some, best of none.

As the grey invaded the room, the turn from brightness accomplished by an encroaching Low.  A scattered wall of heavy water was now stretched across a half-dozen states, and moving like a contemplative flea on the computer-produced graphic on the screen of the TV, which had been left on earlier in the day, and would continue on into the night.

When the drops began to splatter on the glass of the living room window, a tired hand stretched towards the lamp on the coffee table.

     Hard days in a hopeless way,
     Every dream spread out,
     Questing, querrying, trying to say,
     And bring about words to bring you to shout,
     Have heart, hath heffer,
     How to dream again the word the word the letter the space the misspelling and on.