Starnes wants me to come see her. And bring the dog. It's hard to imagine. I've got tree service folks coming to give me an estimate soon-ish, and figure I'd better wait for the blow of that expense before I begin to think of leaving town for any real trip. Not to mention I have all manner of stuff to do here, and it's coming into my favorite season (boy is it nice out there today), But I have it in my head again to make a quick jaunt, with good timing, because I think it's bad for me not to leave the county for, like, years at a time. Bad for my health. My spiritual health.
Meanwhile, I'm metabolizing.
Saw some wimmin last night I've known for quite a while. Came away feeling like quite the free agent, independent operator, unmoored soul, soveriegn nation, unfettered engenderer. As well as person with stains on her shirt. As I left I ran into another woman, this one one I've known only in a parking lot, and soon she detected the arrival of one I hadn't met but had heard tell of. The two tried to get me to defect to their contingent, and to stay and drink with them. But I got gas and went home. Such was the choice of this free agent.
