I was a dud this morning at school. I dread being a dud.
But tonight, I was in full autumn bloom. Wonderful connection with the girls, and Genevieve, guitar with Violent Femmes and Neutral Milk Hotel songs just flowing naturally from me, finishing a new favorite novel ("The Quick and The Dead") listening to an incredible soundtrack, African Heat on Spotify. Perfect. But perfect is such an imperfect word for it all. There was so much there.
