Daily Diary Catches

9/29/09

Belting this out between the demands of the day. Tad is entirely chained to his desk. He reminds me of Madonna in the 'Express Yourself' video – chained to her desire, as she once put it. Tad's chained to his joy and he's chained to his sins. I'm feeling rather Blakean today.

The house is quiet. Right now, sleeping, Tad is a great big heap of pillows and dogs, with just one arm visible, holding the lot in place. Somehow that makes me think, Tad is in his pit…

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