Thursday before the break of dawn, at a cold, lonely bus terminal |
All in a day’s work of being alive, isn’t it?
In and out of sleep since six in the a.m. But for a good reason i can’t discuss out here. And no, it sadly isn't about sex. Slightly groggy, but alert at the counter (sort of). Riding back to the big city tonight. Short stint in the store will have consequences, i think. Or maybe not... but a comfortable level of reasonable affluence always has a price. Especially when it’s connected to a family business. But i’m looking ahead, without forgetting to look back.
Maverick will get more Maverick.
little corner of the living room Malou and i use as our internet cafe. Empty. |
And yes, i am bored.
First time in a year i’m up here without the wifey, Marge and the doggies. Feels a bit colder. Due to both the weather, as well as the lack of warm bodies (human or canine) running amok in the empty living room. And cold inside, too, you know...?
‘catch you later.
cold, foggy morning up in the mountains |
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