Super Tuesday! Ballots in my bag ready to be delivered. Two phone calls a day every day for the last two weeks from the Barack Obama folks got us off the fence and firmly in the Hillary Clinton camp. Last night when I explained that to the Obama caller she had the temerity to call back to apologize. What is it about these people that they don't get it. LEAVE ME ALONE!

Given my track record on such things I will no doubt be voting for Obama in November. Ah, politics.

Nothing like a little sunshine to improve moods and dispositions. A little more warmth wouldn't hurt either.

Terrible drought of writing not for lack of things to write but for lack of time and psychic space. I don't recommend job hunting unless you have to, which I do. Takes a lot of creative energy this inventing/reinventing of the self.

Just picked up the new Instant City. Looking forward to checking out Blowdryer's interview of August Bleed. Might make it to CCAC to hear Dodie's lecture tonight. Torn (mostly because I loathe getting to there from anywhere).

Farmers market today. I think vegetables for roasting and such. Love the hemp bags we got for Norfolk and now here, perfect for groceries and the farmers market and easy to stuff into my overstuffed back pack. Light and super strong. Will try to find the source and recommend it.

Next Narrative is a bit on hold with all this job strum and drang but not forgotten. Except for fear on onslaught of material I almost think to put something in Ampersand.