it took me a week more to move out than i wanted it to but moving must have been what zeno was up to when he couldn't get those arrows to reach the target i'd still be packing if it wasn't for my little boy, Matt came, he packed, he loaded with a bit of help from Cornelius and today finally i've got the plywood for my bed and the rug and my bagel tray (which doesn't fit in
this oven, darn darn) Dave drove me home i labeled soap for Colleen this afternoon after cleaning up at ford cove and visiting the recycling depot i don't envision myself here for long, i'll probably housesit for mary and gordon until christmas, then maybe i'll be moving into the judge's place loren, i like her,
i'm not sure if i'd have to live the interrupted life (out in
summer?) but that might be incentive to travel, orvieto
here i come. or if
i could just drop dead in time for summer, do you think life gets easier when you're dead? do you think the dead are spared gravity or quadrupled gravity?
(from a letter from) zonko
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