Sunday, January 30, 2011


And then other mornings, I wake up in my guesthouse, alone, and think, "What kind of life is this?"

And then I think, "A free one?"

And then I wonder how long that can be enough. For a long time, maybe.

But these minor blues are just temporary. My birthday is coming up and scaring me slightly, and most of my favorite CITs from Camp LPB happen to be out of town at the same time. (Plan things better next time, will you?)

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