And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on

[sovay]

On the way back from the MRI, in accordance with the local observance of the hundred and twelfth birthday of Wendell Corey, I found and talked to a dry stone wall.

Comments

[julian]

*hug*

I certainly plan and hope to! The world seems to throw confusing and often stupid things at me, but has so far been just this side of malignantly injurious, so, it seems both possible and probable.