Well, Taz, whatever it was I did before certainly got lost. I haven't set a plan as of the moment, I know I must. But right now I just want to sit and stare. No great elaborate scheme to lay out, no great thoughts... I just want to float a bit. No direction, just close my eyes and drift. Of course the alcohol is not in the present, so I'll be just here for a bit. No powerful words, just the sounds of the crickets outside, singing the last songs of the summer.
I am tired, tonight. I would like to hang around, but the last vestiges of the flu have left me drained (no pun intended, lol) The moon didn't rise again tonight; for that I am thankful. I believe I'll just go to bed smiling...knowing there will be no fuzzies in the morning. Good night, all you healing drunks out there, you are my pillars.
Peace—
Padraic