Oh maybe I'll build my house in your cloud

"Flax seeds, well they tear me open
And supposedly you can crawl right through me
Taste these teeth please
And undress me from these sweaters better hurry
Cause I'm keeping upward bound now
Oh maybe I'll build my house in your cloud
Here I'm tumbling for you
Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you"

Someday I'll feel this and it'll be good. Listen to it: here. Song's called Plane and vocal by Jason Mraz.

Off to another adventure in NYC for work. I've decided to drive the two hours instead of bussing it. Figure 95 (highway) will be bare and It should be a rather quick trip, allowing me to listen to some of my recent favorite songs and think. Or "thunk" as I've overheard a lovely woman said the other day... I'm sure she meant well.

I wanted to write but as I write this, I'm finding words to be limited. The song encouraged me to note this instance. The next few days will be intense to say the least - lots of deliverables, adjustments, and acclimations.

Change - it's something I'm familiar with - perhaps too much. Not just change at work but with my life. I'd like to think there's some great response or resolve that's exerted when changes occur, but there's not, or at least I don't think my acclimation to be something that's glorified in essence. There are more to be said but I'm on a strict schedule to depart Philadelphia at 11.

Next time.