in the sun, in the rain, in the cold

Stupid elbows. Contact allergy all week. Blech.

The time here at home has been relaxing and stressful all at once. I wish I had another week, to be honest, but I need to make money, and fast.

I have no doubt that as soon as I see you again certain thoughts and feelings will fall back/into place, but right now they're all floating above my head--I know they're there, but I don't quite have the yearning to meditate on them, or digest them, rather.

I realize that this song has been describing me all of my adult life thus far, whether or not it is the dominant situation. "I'll find you..." I'll find something.

I still want to stay here more than I want to return. Oh the comforts of home, and the stresses of life everywhere else.

At least remain close by. That's all I really want from you, in the end.