Thank the hatchetman who forked my tongue.

Tried to go to the Blue Hills today, but got as far as the Franklin Park Zoo. There were giant camels, and donkeys that seemed bigger than they should be. And gorillas who followed us with skeptical, wary eyes. Yep, then had to run back home, to the next big meeting.

Today marks our two years', that sweet morning in the Berkeley treetop room. How things have changed. How different people become once you get to know them. That goes for all of you.

I admit, I rarely write anything worth anything, and I covet other houses, clothes, backyards, jobs. I've got my tiny home that seems cold and barren after feasting upon pumpkin seeds and chocolate covered pomegranate at a brand new friend's home. Was that luxury. Some lucky stroke of luxury. Hey, I'm halfway to home. I'm making it, after all. I got my tuition covered, and some wool socks, and few headaches to speak of. Maybe I'll go to Brooklyn this weekend, or maybe camping before the frost sets in.