The pace of life at the office and home are simply breathtaking. And sleep-inducing. I crashed in the single digits last night. Got up, and pretty much ready to crash again. Wall-to-wall office work--and the mere prospect of it--can sap the life out o' ya. I suppose there's an end in sight. Signal back to me if you get there.
What has been good, though, are the books about the Nebraska and Lincoln I've dug out of the library (pretty easy to do in the capital city). Looking at photos and reading descriptions of the town as it developed gives the walk--and a way into the poems--a different light. If you will; I'm rushing this post. Books on geology and ecology keep extending the ideas and making my engagement with this place just...better. It's hard to explain. So go do research on your own part of the world and get back to me. It'll be fun. I promise.
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