I think someone, Fashionista Zapatista probably, tumbl’ed Little Brother’s “Slow It Down” and that’s where I’ve been. Tomorrow promises much but less than I had envisioned and today was mucho pared down and I’m grateful for that. Carmen at my nail/waxing spot said she liked my hair out. It reminded her of her part Puerto Rican grandson’s wild curls. She was just tickled. She said she didn’t know what to do with it but she liked it.  “We Mexicans have straight hair.” Nice of her to notice. I’m not even her client. I go to her friend Victoria. Whole Foods was out of Kale. I guess the universe wanted me to get into some Spinach. I have been living with a whole lot of urgency. The wrong kind. There is only one urgency, let Gwendolyn tell it, and that is to live—not to pine or ponder but to live. Hang on to the world as it spins around.