I just felt like writing . . .

I love the basilica poking out from behind the McMillan site. It inspires me.

It's the middle of the night and I'm stressed out and exhausted and full of ideas. All of the sudden my brain has turned back on . . . I don't know what's happened, but there it is.

Lots of things percolating right now . . . I'd forgotten how good it feels to want to write something.