Exceeding the Limit.

Pushed myself hard again today, and broke new heights. 43 pages for the day. I’m rattling, like yesterday, hard to figure out if I should eat or not, but I’m not hungry. Not enough to want to go through the trouble of getting door to door service this evening. Besides, it’s late, and I try not to eat after eight o’clock in the evening, where I am, I have exceeded that. Instead, I now enjoy a sip of Tres Chicon mezcal. It’s the best. Mezcal is sacred. All of it is. But best to learn the ancestral ritual of mezcal distillation from the source. I have a bottle of Madre Cuishe given to me by one of the founders, Rodrigo Rojo, who has over the past year, become a dear friend.

So I’m just going to post the pages. Lots came out today. Pushing boundaries in all directions, praying in my mind for it all to work out, hoping it does for the reader, as it is how I would want to feel. Everyone feeling better, feeling uplifted. Seeing things from a different point of view. Wondering what everyone could possibly be up to next, and what strange surprises are in store for all.

Happy reading, it shall provide a good long session.