If you squint just hard enough you can make out Mr. Pak on his bicycle.

Maggie & I met him yesterday…and again today….and probably again tomorrow or sometime next week.

He’s a fascinating little old man who speaks somewhat-fluent English.

And I promise to tell you all about him tomorrow.

It’s been a rough day. I can’t seem to see straight anymore & well, my head aches again. (I’m pushing two weeks straight now.) So while I told myself I was going to have a “down day” to rest, make myself relax, de-stress…all that new-age crap and what did I wind up doing?…

Ahh…cleaned out all the junk we’ve been piling up in the girl room, finished up laundry, cleaned Eric’s bathroom, planted some pansy seeds & warped my brain sideways finishing up a concept for a client…while still not replying to a couple of emails I owe.

Yeah…I’m not so great on energy management. So!…

Angie: Sorry I didn’t make it to the lunch today. Would love to get out, but with this upcoming class I’m not sure how much time I have. (I’ve learned that they’ve added a few more stars to the attendee list.) And yes, I’ll be teaching the class in early April, too.

Bobby:Got your email & it made me laugh. Thanks for that. I think you should really consider starting your own blog – but wait, you said you were doing a website, too, right? Regardless, you’ve got a great talent for writing. And hopefully my kung-fu-super-ninja skills at flattery have made you completely forget about the fact that I said I’d write you back today & didn’t. [ugh]

For now I’m off to bed, but I’ll leave you with this extra teaser-trailer about Mr. Pak…

Be flaming up of the first marriage’s passion’s flower, could be in full bloom, the volcano’s aglow of the dream of the youth which must be closed,

hanging at the last part of the world, trying not to miss one’s hold of the life’s string, a soul who is tiring of the storms of life and fluttering one’s feet,

looking like to be taken but can’t catch, and looking like to be seen but can’t see,

don’t know where to go, wandering a soul rising in the sky, why are you unwilling to part from, so struggling?

Put down all of the world’s burdens and becomes a handful ash, the lake’s fishes also grieving at and falling asleep.