This should be a grrr entry. I think my last one should probably have been as well, but I can’t remember.
At any rate,
My house-guest is gone. Not dead. Not gone home. Gone of his own volition–while not able to claim, with legal certainty, the power to do so. I think that for him, what happened could be compared to having a legal tractor roll on top of him, but– with a surge of adrenalin–he was able to lift it off himself.
Or maybe, he dreamed it.
I hope reality materializes for him. I hope he has as much determination to put to that purpose as he did adrenalin.
To change the subject–this is a grrr post because my bill-writing phobia is upon me. I’m late, I’m late.
Please don’t take this too personally or too lightly, but I love you all!!
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