Saturday “morning” ritual: I go around collecting all my errant tea mugs. When I tea I think when I think I wander aimlessly.

I collect the mugs by the tv, the one or two mugs by the front door with their frustratingly cool unfinished teas, the one from the bathroom and a couple more from my bedroom those are usually beside a stack of books I’m attempting and failing to tackle.

The prodigal mug collection goes into the kitchen sink to await my Sunday “morning” ritual…typically on a Saturday night around 2am or 3am I’ll take a sensory break from working and writing and thinking and wash the dishes. It’s a strange and sloppy life but it’s my life.

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