So's your face

I took a sick day today. About two hours ago I was full of words and I purposefully waited until it all drained out to approach the internet.

The wine colored bruises are fading. Slowly.

Living in one's head doesn't pay the bills, so back I go. A glimpse of something to forget. No road markers here. Just dirt. Unmarked and -- what was that word they use all the time in the Red Mars trilogy, of which I am on book 2? -- katabatic. Yes, katabatic.