2003-06-29 / 9:38 p.m.

Well, well. After two sweet days of rest and laughing and hugs here I am. Farther away and fine. Almost all unpacked. Patrick and I are hanging up Dali prints and having pills and beer. The dog hasn't tried to bite me tonight. I have another 10 or 11 days to go before I have to look for a job. I've written allday; had to pull over to scribble, or wrote while I drove. This weekend was an inspiration. Michael's croisaants alone deserve a spnnet... I had a really good time.

It was a perfect farewell this afternoon, with people waving from the porch as I drove away enveloped in a smoke cloud, listening to the cd from Anna that got me all the way here it's so goddamn good.

This is going to be good. Stable so I can come and go; and open so I can be me. I had that with you guys; the fact that I can also find it other places amazes me.

EMail me, please, people. More tomorrow, when I shall perhaps venture away from the house.

Love you.

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