I’m tired, that kind of mental tiredness where you can’t rest at the end of the day, even though you want to. My mind is operating at a low hum, constantly. Good food slows it down to a more comfortable rate, but all the political books and articles and Lexis-Nexis full-bore crazy-assed research brawl I’m stewing around in probably isn’t healthy all at once. I need to read something … nice. Something with a long, lyrical description of of a country drive, in June, through corn fields at night. With the window down all the way, and fireflies. And lots and lots of stars.
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