The literal translation of the Navajo word for sky. Horizontal blue. I look at my last post and wonder at my lapse in spell check. Alas, I am not perfect. I am my own worse critic. And I shall let it lay. There is no hot water in my apartment today. It happens. I am trying to be zen about it. So, the dishes can wait. List for tomorrows trek to the Farmer's Market: Eggs, butter, milk, maybe chicken. I feel the need for more coffee. I am sluggish in getting into gear and my getup for work. I want a slothful weekend. But no. I don't. That is fear talking. I have things to do. Important things. And I will do them, after I get the eggs, butter and milk.
