And it was back to work today.  The daily grind.  Did I miss it?  No.  Have I come to depend a bit upon the jarring reality of routine to wake me from my unavoidable weekend stupor?  Absolutely.  My ideal existence would consist almost exclusively of reading, writing, cinema, theatre, and some TV for a bit of palate-cleansing.  Essentially, all art all the time.  If I weren't required to interact with many and various other humans in order to exist on this planet (i.e., work, have neighbors, frequent the dry cleaners), I'd probably go days (weeks?) without speaking to another living thing.

On that note, I jotted this down at work today in the middle of the day.  Daily haiku, continued.

Goodnight, moon.

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I can feel you near
I know your embrace is warm
We have met before