our ability to adapt is quite a thing, isn't it?

i suppose i can thank the local brewery and the close-knit and welcoming and very friendly people here. you have the right friends and you feel at home. you start to know streets' names, when the best restaurants are open, all the details of the world's most oversharing gas station attendant's fucked up life. you start to feel at home.

i'd like to get my own place, though. and a job that doesn't make too many demands on me. i like to take it easy.

the garden is alive and beautiful, and winding down. i hope i can continue to keep a garden wherever i live in the future.

i may need to live in a bigger town, or closer to a bigger town, for a music scene's sake.

but we'll see.

oh yeah, i'm sick. sore throat and feverish and weak and headachy/ear-achy. achey? achy? well, you know. i ache.

happy, though.