thank heaven for external memory as i can't even recall what i posted yesterday. i was moving books from my squat tower bedside feeling their weight leaning toward me without thinking my head may be bonked in the night. i'm reading solar bones now. i keep getting books like moth snowstorm and putting them on the tower while i read the next library book. i guess i need that due date, i hate to be late. i never look back, though, at least i know there's 15328 posts behind me. part of the journey is the stone markers you leave behind you can see laying like a stone wake in your mind.