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Did you have your eyes closed? I'm here.

I work out a bit: you might've caught a glance of me running on the canal path, lifting at the rec center, or lap-swimming at a nearby pool.

No? Maybe scouring the library for my latest dose of sights & sounds? Whatabout at one of the coffeeshops around -- I've been sampling the selection of roasts and roosts while working through a book of writing exercises.

Still no? Ok, well you must've seen me out at the bars.

Really, I don't know what I'm doing; a little bit of everything, I guess. I've been traveling a bit, too -- Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Boston, Buffalo, and, this coming weekend, D.C. Amused, but without a muse. Seemingly nothing to write home about, or if there never is, no motivation to fill the space with empty chatter.

This moment in my life is a lull in the conversation, where I shuffle my feet a bit, and she takes a sip of her drink, and we both brainstorm another path to [t/w]alk down.