Ramblin’ man

Well, the Evans starts up again soon, so my week­ends are get­ting crowd­ed again. We had cof­fee with a bunch of the Evans crew tonight, after sup­per (home-made lasagna–mm mm good).

It’s a lit­tle weird. In the sum­mer, when the Evans does­n’t run, I rent movies every week or so, but when the Evans is on, I usu­al­ly don’t both­er. Maybe it’s not so weird, giv­en that I vol­un­teer at the Evans, which means my movies are free…

How many more times will I type Evans before I put this one to bed? About that many, I guess.

G’night. I’m tired and maybe a lit­tle stupid.

O wait, one more thing. I had an epiphany tonight, a moment where things in one of my projects sud­den­ly rotat­ed, and a piece I did­n’t even know was miss­ing slid into place, and the whole thing, for a moment, shone like sil­ver. Tomor­row, I’ll start out­lin­ing; I think I have enough to at least start. I have an end­ing (which is usu­al­ly a mov­ing tar­get, but I’ve learned that with­out an end­ing, even a ten­ta­tive one, I should­n’t write the begin­ning), and now I think I have a coher­ent theme. And of course I have a title: Every­thing that Nev­er Hap­pened.

Et main­tenant, bon­soir, mes amis et mes amies.