* So...I am on a vaccy. (The speller thing thought I meant "vacuum".) A grubby one on which my glasses have an eternal film of grit and grease, I do not know when I next will eat or drink, my body muscles keep screaming "you have got to be kidding", and who knows when or where I will sleep or pit stop. It is good. And I love the person I am staying with.
* Trying to figure out when and how I can slip away to find a soda to drink in secret.
* Sand in my cuffs. Sand in my yarn. Sand in my eyes.
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