Listening to Stephen Stills. Manassas.
Patsy is on my lap. It's her turn tonight.
Feeling peaceful.
This room is ground level; somehow that seems appropriate. My room in the old house was on the second floor - touching the sky never brought me luck.
I'm looking out at the snow in my yard as darkness falls. Close up.
Been a strange journey. And the road ahead is unmarked and unmapped - I don't know what to expect. But I know where I've been. I've learned some lessons. I'm not afraid.
My mind has been opened up. That changes things. A lot.
I'm gonna keep moving. Motion feels right, and inertia would be the death of me now anyway.
Wish me luck.
I'm having good thoughts for you too.
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