Here I lay in dissolute certainty. To the right of me is a home and the left the lawn on which I’m sleeping tonight. I lie, I’m in the home sitting and not in dissolute anything but a chair. A wooden kitchen chair. So the certainty and whole first sentence is a lie. It is 11 and I’m sleepy but not enough to go outside and test the camping waters. I have a weird upper lip cut and a clean body in dirty clothes. I have a full phone battery and a charging kindle. I have two kindle book samples of “On Writing” and “Mythago Wood.” I have a plane ticket in my mind and it’s $133 for August 23rd. I’m taking stock and bothering my sleeping self- not sleeping yet….
Here are some pictures:
Exciting right? Well I’m off to bag.:)sweet dreams