This time tomorrow I'd better have most everything packed.
Writers get no respect, I tell ya.
No, really. I'm fine.
Just back up a truck and take it all.
A time in which my body is returning to life, my house is in complete chaos, and my little yellow house is getting a makeover.
What is really next for me? What can I do to be the most happy in this next phase?
It's all on me. Misstep or miracle. I'm in this by myself.
It's really happening!
"To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil may give us pause." - Hamlet, Shakespeare
Peace starts within; do not seek it without. - Buddha