In Seattle, completely mis-did things, last night went to Third Place Books in Late Forest and was supposed to be at Village Books in Bellingham. There was no way to get to Bellingham on time. Or even close.

I messed up, in more ways than one. I don't want to mess up, ever.

I'm Jewcy.com 's LEAD STORY today, will send out an email blast about that. They say a "Military Dad." That's a bit far, Will and Juan went off to the Navy but came home.

I'm reading Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson. That's writing:

"Superficially she seemed serene, but beneath her control was a crackling power of the kind that makes me nervous when I pass pylons. She was more of a Victorian heroine than a modern woman. A heroine from a Gothic novel, mistress of her house, yet capable of setting fire to it and fleeing in the night with one bag."

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"In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed me and care for me. I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm."