2006-06-23 - 12:48 p.m. It's a strange day. Not that anything particularly odd has happened, but I feel weird inside. I have stories in my head bursting to get out. I have plans. I have changes. Things are happening, starting to happen where before thinds had just draaaaagged. Dragged and not happened. I'm making decisions. I'm figuring things out. I'm turning over new leaves.I'm really hoping that I'm not just blowing out hot air, and that six months from now everything will be the same. That would be a shame. I need to write poetry. T.S. Elliot's "Ash Wednesday" has been in my head since Tuesday when I read it for the first time. That man was marvelous. And today begins a series of goodbyes. So, goodbye my dear friend. I wish you well, and I hope to see you again. Peace, everyone. Be well.
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