Human Experience

The corner at Tim Hortons on a Sunday, weeks and months ticking by but still the same anticipation of the stories of the future. Reading this novel of the coma attempted murder mystery, and as she writes of the smell of coffee and toasted nuts, the thought strikes of all the varied human experimentation that has occurred to this point, to offer up what we take so simply for granted.  Standing on the shoulders of innovation and work and development of taste, for your own ease of enjoyment and which allows dreams of future commonplace things to be dreamt unencumbered by the need for reinvention.  Build on what works, time-tested, reliance on the labour of others past and present.

Not sure yet where that thought/theme belongs, which story or piece, but it is one worth developing in the right context.  And since this is the place of unfinished ramblings, here it is left until the time comes to pick it up.

Otherwise, all is well.  Less than two weeks to Iowa.  Enjoy it you junkie.  And then see where Sedona falls in the 2020 mix...