Grr.

I should call this freaking blog esprit de l'escalier--I do/think/write everything backwards, get to want I want to write only through re-writing. That's actually why it's a good exercise for me--forces focus, trains in saving time. But, oh, how my brain hurts. I am Count Basie yellin "One more time!" in April in Paris. I am Ernie Banks saying "Let's play two." I fling mud at frames fistful by fistful from pockets that unhelpfully grow deeper.