It has been a hell of a week. Nonstop activity, a shuttle without the stops and the speed limit. Somehow scary and unbelievably unexpected, but thrilling nevertheless. Not what I was hoping for, but who am I to argue?
Time for enough thought is such a luxury, and the luxury of which I am abundant. Every thought can be expressed as a drapery of ideas and unfulfilled cortex programming enough to fill a week's sleeping exercises. Oh and I shall be damned if I am to spend less than what is given me.
I am to write, still, on matters other than what is deemed personal. And so I shall cut the silver trimming on the pajama and leave this carrot uncooked.
Swimming, anyone?
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