I just finished packing. Ahhhhh. cold relief, like the barrel of a gun. except not like a barrel of a gun, because that might be threatening. cold relief, like the brass toilet seat of a michigan outhouse in winter is cold.

I have these moments when the world around me stands still and I break into singing…

Mia heeee, mia whooo, mia hoooo, mia ha ha…

life is like that sometimes, don’t you think?