tonight i dropped a plasic bowl of fruit. i started by saying shhhhhhhh-- - then stopped. i chuckled and said, that was kinda cool. actually beautifu

l and artistic and joyful/jolly how the grapes and canteloupe triangles spring boing bounced into the air in all directions and rolled/splatted on the wood floor/ kitchen linoleum/ china cabinet doors. i liked it.

though about work this morning. thinking at like 9am "I hate my life" and by the end like whatever. it's over. not exactly an exuberant work of art, but things yet to be thankful for. persevering rather than despairing is always fruitful. Fruitful. he he.