Digestion

When you start to exert yourself, blood is taken away from the stomach and digestion slows. Of course digestion slows less and less as you exercise more and your circulatory system and muscles become more efficient, and less blood is needed for diversion.

Similarly, the past couple of weeks have been a flurry of activity, with new life adjustments, sudden inundation with new information, obligations and basic errands that need to be taken care of, and etc. My digestion has slowed, and alas, I haven't yet reached a higher level of efficiency in the given environment. I don' have much to write at the moment.

There is quite a bit there, and quite a bit that needs to be put together and articulated in due time. I still have the itch to write something, so as to satisfy a basic compulsion to process and articulate and represent, and I don't want the faculties to weaken too much, but the bulk of the content needs to wait because it simply isn't ready yet. It is still being digested.

When it is good and it is ready to come forth, then out it will come. It is unfortunate that the metaphor leaves us with my writing being posited as shit, but there you have it.

So as always, more to come when I'm better adjusted.

Settling In

I'm beginning to get situated here, not far from Mt. Rainier. Quite the view.

Kicking around some ideas; I'll have some material to articulate in time. I've got a limited connection here but I should be able to post when I can. Till then.