dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed in the rearview mirror from Bon Air Road in Greenbrae

By tomorrow night, the mountain should be within my view, travel gods permitting. By tomorrow, I hope, I can stop inventing things to say that will tie the mountain on the West Coast to the hours I spend here in the Midwest.

Until then, though, there is the matter of weariness that’s settled in from all the traveling and socializing these last few days. That means my imagination, too, has taken a hit, as it’s been living out of a small suitcase, wearing the same old clothes, some of which are too rumpled and slightly smelly for anything fresh to be posted here. But a deal is a deal … even if this post is a post about being a non-post.