Tired, mellow, hungry (as always) and pretty much alright with myself and surroundings despite questions of motive or lack thereof; I'm fine. Things don't move quickly for me, ever, despite appearances. Haste has never made me happy, and while I might consider change in many things, I think my speed is set ( Read more... )

It strikes me at this time, not quite morning, but with the smell of coffee lingering in the air and the dew still hanging on the daffodils...I'm not at home. Although the thrill of dangerous sightseeing, complete with killer cats, ferocious garden gnomes, caffienated oboists and all manner of unruly guests, still appeals...I miss the comforts of ( Read more... )