For the record, sliding one's ass into place at the very tippy end? I'm talking deadline, here. Uncomfortably close. Other things, too, like, I don't want to wake up this tired anymore. Send me to bed, okay? Or send me a sleep mantra. I like my mantras with a little irony: what is present to me is what has a hold on my becoming. I like that word hold. It's either full stop or full throttle in the grip of present tense. Tense presence! Strangulation comes to mind, however.
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What is present to me--
Bathtub epiphany: get dressed, take a walk, take hold. So few summer days left, and this is one of them. And the kiddos are coming to dinner. And we'll need ice and coke. There you go.
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