Finding where to hide curbed my wanderlust but who knew me when and who cares? What a relief stepping outside your own judgment of yourself, make that harsh judgment. Cannibalizing your own tripod can't make up for the indignity of crawling along the ground. The best part of waking up is knowing where you are and it being a good place. ~~ wayback in '13

The resulting landing is aft of the hormonal train station overcrowded with zoftigness. To disable that is to transpose progress and getting lost. Instead, embrace the surviving remnants for what they offer and show the appreciation in the toast and the in quality of the chip-in.~~now we're up to '15

Back to treating the 5 week layoff for all its worth. That means forward, ho and the home front stays as the safe-place in which to ruminate. If this is all I got, TYSJ. Still no popping cork but the load off the mind is legendary. The motor/ignition sound emphasizes the new ground we're emphatically practicing as the N E W baseline. Too soon? OK, but I'm still doing the imaginary back stroke.

We tell these uneventful tales to record them not to think for a second that they're entertaining. Jesus asked us to think of the children and right now I am. So I'm leaving out the part where pelvic contact elevated passions and Nicodemus' warning came true. I'm not ashamed because shame is just benign neglect. We've passed that centuries, or maybe days ago so let's just wrap this up and seek refuge in the favorite refuge seeking place - where is that again? The point is the foolish and the fanatics are certain, I have doubts. stealing from the past