So is the mullethead. We both stood outside, skyclad on the open balcony of the room next to our bedroom that was usually closed off, as the rather cold rain came down on us. The hot water was runnin' in the shower which we would share, after the couple of minutes we'd spent in our insanity; and my mentor was makin' breakfast.
I found what we did rather invigoratin'. It's not like I had to wake up, since I'd been up for 4 hours already, but hey!
I couldn't wait until next week. Two more trips to the city to take care of a couple of the matters I volunteered for, and I was totally free. I had to make certain some things kept rollin' after I was gone. That's what all this was about, but 'nuff said.
What a beautiful day. We were all gonna get into our galoshes, take a walk out back, and afterward, light up the propane barbecue and do us some organic white corn and tofu kabobs with mushrooms, onion, cherry tomato, and red bell pepper.
I was feelin' pretty good. The peaceful revolutions, the pendin' bank run on B of A, and the people wakin' up made my day. Also, the fact that time was growin' short. 24 days to transition, inclusive, 36 days to my probable last day, and 41 days if I decided I wanted to stick around to see what was gonna happen from the mortal flotsam perspective.
Nice. I suppose that light at the end of the tunnel was now the size of the openin' of a pop bottle. As I write this, I'm in no rush; and am just in a 'take it as it comes' frame of mind. That can change, but for now, I may as well enjoy it.
Now to get ready for that walk.
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