October 20, 2011 9:17 PM

I can't tell if I'm stuck in a rut. If I am, it's not a terribly unpleasant one. Winter has yet to break into water, stuck at an impending, calming silver, gold, and gray duskiness. I move in a cycle of menial work, drum wham-bashes, and streaming TV, worker bee-like, spinning and dancing, stuck on the cusp of something, but never breaking through. Perhaps I need to stop drinking coffee, change my approach somehow, either simply or broadly. I seem to be permanently confounded, without reason or task, or excessive feeling, or pain.