Dear @Teamhumble// 19th December // Wowwow! Time to oil up the typing fingers and get back at it huh?

Yikes! I'm stoked you want to start this back up but also realizing it's been painfully long since I've daily blogged/written. It's a reflex that once it's up and running comes so naturally. But at the moment I'm a little 404.

I'm sitting in a space with a decent enough connection while we sync literally and figuratively. I feel my back and sore joints telling me not to linger, it's time to up and move soon and return to base but it's been a productive day so far!

I know I'm supposed to be taking things slow. And physically I am, but my brain's creative plotting planning scheming and hustling can't be hushed for too long. It's like keeping a greyhound in a Manhattan studio apartment, or a 1961 Ferrari 250 GT in the garage like Cameron's dad.

At a certain point you've got to stretch those muscles and start pushing cylinders.

I appreciate that you get the reference, and understand my meaning. I'm so thankful that the love of my life turned out to be of a like-creative mind. Time, energy, tempo, biology and inspiration in a swirling cauldron.

Sometimes the magic tea leaves say it's go time, and sometimes they say, get back to bed.

I'm fine with the former as long as I can take you and a bottle with me.

Here's to writing the next chapter together, etched into the 'chain. Sent blazing through shark-bitten fiber tubes. From my fingers to your eye's light receptors and eventually, hopefully to your heart.

I love you mouse.
Happy Thursday

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