i saw a green splat on the counter, then a sluggish caterpillar behind the tilting cactus. my gut felt better last night with no aid, just pizza. everything looks better with sleep. i picked up the witness tree and sat by the water on a ledge to read with my feet hanging over. i read the dedication, for doug, with pleasure. thankee. i got up and that moment a big wave washed over my spot. the red skull i thought was fading or flaking is really being lichened. it suits it well, yet ultimately the skull will be covered up. there are a lot of r.i.p.'s on the lakefront. today i rested in pleasure, in the sun, in wind and waves.