I will live my life. I will move upon this floating platform and float. I have adventures awaiting. I have vast plans half thought through (half vast). Everyone asks Where are you going. I truthfully reply "I dunno. This doesn't sound like a proper answer but it's the only one I have.
It's Mardi Gras time. I went down and watch the wildlife and collected trinkets thrown at me from trailers. I threw them back. Cheap crap!
And that's it for the week. Car repair, fog, tax time and drizzle all contributed to the lack of production. I am becoming impatient. My zen state is morphing into a fugue state. Time to shed the real estate.