Stopping by the tribe this morning—some business about ordering, about the catalog on LibraryThing; and create a couple more posts for the web page to add to the stockpile, as my next absence will be a long one—
but then heading west while I'm still caffeined up. "I am too long away from water, I have a need of water near." (*)
P.S. Can't pretend otherwise. When it's not Philip Whalen or Lew Welch, the poet in my head (since I was a very young woman) is Edna St. Vincent Millay.