It depends on what you mean by sticky
Long time coming, long time gone. I suppose life hast nestled back into it's bruised and warped little nest, I suppose that is why the weeks speed by and never ask the questions I long for. Sometimes it is one long, hard day and sometimes it is a sort of floating and three days have passed with little to explain times passing. My attachment to documentation of various forms has lessened, has grown a little weak. Sometimes searching for truth is superseded by what I suppose is close to mid-life angst at trying to maintain home and garden and working toward a sanity that hangs more on gratitude than security and a set view. I just want to go somewhere warm and full of light in the dark mist of the big northwest winter. I continue to hate the idea of Grad school despite what I feel is it's inevitability. A girl has got to support herself. Naturally my slacker kingdom makes this a hard goal. Home ownership with 3 roommates, cats and a dog and the constant dreaming threat of back yard chickens. Who can wake up early enough for all that? Not this slacker. I am shocked at what time does, shocked at my earlier self's lack of understanding of energy. like capitalism-there never is an endless resource.