[Subbed on Wednesday 11, after days and some nights without sleep I need. Of all the responses I've had to what I initially wrote, the one that has spoken most directly to me -- and also expressed better than I can right now a growing feeling I kept amid much confusion and uncertainty -- was Natalie's, who put it at the end. If you don't know what's going on, it's best to stay quiet until you do.
The only thing I managed to say today which made much real sense to anyone before my body kindly agreed sleep is in order the instant this has been done was that when bewildered, I feel better handing over my heart, ideals and plans to friends for safe keeping until I'm ready to take them back again.
To have friends you can do that with -- can anyone ask for more?]
"And yet I'm a good reader, Nick!"
The Wildcat had just told me she'd spent time catching up on weeks of log entries here.
She's an excellent reader, an attentive listener too.
She's good, for instance, at devouring French novels I'd go nowhere near, then telling me about them in ways to make me wonder if I should -- but I'll settle for being a postman.
However, she said understanding some of the stuff I churn out requires great concentration: "You really have to pay attention, even if you know you."
I never mean to be that difficult!
Then she said what's missing. This means, along with other constructive criticism of the kind I dish out and like to get back, even people who read me regularly and say many nice things along with nasty ones, probably need a Timeline.
The Wildcat's not the only one. I know I've sometimes failed to spell out some of what's happened to me. This must confuse people unless I put it all into some kind of perspective.
 Nâdiya can wait an entry. She looks oh so innocent in the starry-eyed shot...
Yet the extraordinary Nâdiya is what French music reviewers like to call an "OVNI", or UFO, when they're so flabbergasted they scarcely know what to make of what they've heard.
When I heard her latest, '16/9', yesterday I promptly listened again, even more loudly, reeling. I'm not quite sure what isn't in that explosive album. But that's for next time.
I've more wow VoWs up my sleeve. Some are women you can really relax with, they take you on journeys right out of yourself. When Nâdiya just takes you to the movies, you feel like dancing your way round the shops.
Indeed, I did.
Today's priority, though, is to be as clear as I can about what may yet have gone unsaid, though I thought I'd written too much already.
If you'd care to come into the orchard and meet a Hula dancer, you'll get a real bloglink or two to people like mindful Kathryn, the glorious Squip and even, yes, at last, Augustine on sharp form.
It's called 'Taliesin-log-chrono,analysis'? Ouch!!, the slug being partly a Factory in-joke about analyses that aren't, just someone's navel, and partly one at my own expense on EB's behalf.
11:45:13 PM link 
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