63ºF, sun: storms and rain this weekend, apparently – more basement flooding in my future(?)... my back my back my fucking back in process of being less my back my back my fucking back thanks to one of those awesome massage guns (so worth it)... return to meditation (five minutes, three times a day) a pleasant pause and refocusing... a note to self in my handwritten illegibilities: FIND SMALL DETAILS – EVOKE, DON'T DESCRIBE... addition of a weight vest to the day's run a change – what kind of change, TBD... return of MAKING THE CUT a most welcome, pandemic-era balm of artistic celebration... 50 years to create, a mile and a half long, viewable only on foot: spectacular... the day awaits.