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I had a blissfull weekend, punctuated with about four hours of sleep.

I climbed my favorite hill, set up a lawn chair, and jammed on the bongos.

I found a mole in the grass and felt compelled to pick it up and hold it against my face; moles are underappreciated creatures in terms of cuteness. It seems odd. But it was sensuous.

In the wee delirious hours of the morning I did channel surf. I consider it a zen exercise.

I considered selling or giving away all my stuff as a form of cleansing my soul; possibly getting away from this crazy-ass country, maybe to some distant corner of the pacific. The south pacific.
I could be a fisherman or teach children to read. I could make myself useful again.

Don't really feel older; I don't look older. I was never too interested in growing up, I made concessions here and there. I think I've a better sense of humor than my old man did at my age.