the ecstasy of catching my breath
the sun has come out and things are happening. i am not sure what i should and shouldn't write here; i will limit myself to saying that Big People's voices are becoming more urgent, the rhetoric back home is becoming more forceful and i am excited. i have been working increasingly with the portland group, and my pretty petey is distressed to see me vanish for so long at a time without knowing where i've gone (or seeing easily through the purposefully transparent lie i've told him - purposefully transparent because this will worry him more). i will hint at possible spring break plans with him, maybe get him to take me up to sunny seattle, to his Home, i'll poke around a bit there maybe, his mother keeps a home-office. ah, peter: perhaps i will sleep with you again sometime soon and then all will be well for those warm, wet moments. we might not have much longer; perhaps i will be Absorbed tomorrow. titillating, isn't it?