listening to: "everything you can think of is true" - tom waits
It's two days after Christmas and the thermometer outside my window reads 64 degrees. I almost hit rabbits with my car on my way to work this morning-- rabbits who should be sleeping in the ground or under sheds, warm and fat, not rabbitting around the neighborhood. Geese have been flying all morning, and the frozen ground is thawing in brown puddles, which my dog lies down in. I want to sit in front of my fire drinking hot toddies and eating sugar cookies this week, but if this weather continues, I'll be half-tempted to sit all day outside, despite the wind and mist.
I want a goat.
My family's all here for awhile, and I like having them here, but it reinforces every minute my need to move the heck out. I need quiet and space and room and quiet, for god's sake. Also, to feel like an adult, with the capacity to make adult decisions. Here I'm sort of encouraged to make adult decisions while being partially treated like an adolescent. Must move out... It's in the works.
I'm going to Normal, leaving tomorrow afternoon. I haven't been back for a year, almost to the day. We shall see...we shall see.
Ok, must get ready for work at the brewery.
shalomshalom.
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