spaced out.

ugh.
redeyed and redskinned, y'all.
i've got a sloughing shell of a dermis,
peeling away like i just got melted alive.
it's only 30 degrees colder here in connecticut, too.
yeah.
connecticut.
safe.
sound.
on the ground.
and lagging and sagging and hanging around, too.
i've been gone too long,
and not long enough at the same time
and in the same amount.
it turns out, neighbors,
that conflict avoidance isn't SO bad when it's
in the company of rad peoples and busy business.
alas,
it's back to the spring feverishness of late march,
and the impending april showers on the horizon
aeren't exactly activating the expertism of
a triumphant return to the woodsly goodness.
plus,
that isn't for a couple of days yet,
and as we all already know-
what? say what-say what?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
anything can happen between now and then.
i'm spanning a gap between vacation funtimes,
hard-style introspective soul-searching rescue operations,
and responsible adulthood.
the pause was great,
but the volume is at eleven for the restart.
i'm back, ninjas.
that's real.
and i think it might be 'on'.
big things are on the horizon,
keep the lamp oil burning in that lighthouse, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....