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Music: The Glorious,Glorious Exile on Main Street.
Cleaned out the mold-infested summer school basement classroom.  It's actually the coolest (tempwise) joint at the camp.  Over the off-season, it's filled with all of the boats from our waterfront.  The mess takes a whilst to sweep up, but today's previously half-spent day on useless training was the best day for the job, rather than anytime between now and Tuesday, all free days before class actually kicks off.  

I 've had a broken driver's side window motor for a bit.  Maneuvering it to open and close with my neckclenchers came to an end on Monday when, slightly jammed, so I thought, the window unstuck by spiderwebbing and shattering a couple of inches from my face.  I only got a few cuts on my hands and knees and none on my silhouette.  Black and red are only good for clothes and the Chicago Bulls.  It will be about two weeks until I can afford to fix it, but that's fine, since I am in rural Corncesttucky.

Can't seem to find that bump I need to put pen to paper for poetry.  Been reading an assload of stuff, including poetry.  Gathered my woodburning stuff, which I know will do the trick, but I'm not quite ready for that, either.  Perhaps I am scared of the revelatory process, along with the draining spiritual investment that comes with navigating the territory of both endeavors.  I've been fairly industrious in other tasks hereabouts.  Hmm.