Sunday Jul 27, 2008

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Am in the midst of preparing for another journey. I hate flying. It's become so no frills.

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Sooo many things yet to accomplish before leaving Thursday. I'm not sure which way to turn.



No matter how pleasant the surroundings, there are always little reminders that you're far away from home. In a way, I'd really rather remain here, sitting on my bullet ridden couch, but....


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it's off to merry old England once again for a mix of business and pleasure. I'm here for the evening and the next few days but am alternating between scrambling and exhaustion. Wish I had something more interesting to say...but that's it for the moment so instead i will leave you with some Yeats.

He wishes for the cloths of heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

-- William Butler Yeats

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spiffy:
I hope your travels are going better, and you're getting more time for yourself. Are you still in England?
ortus:
What's the cottony squelchy brain feeling from?

Did you get back stateside safely?

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