Mmmm, morning.

Fill time till I can go back to sleep. Up so early. Incoherent.

Feet are cold. First priority here: unpack clothing so don't have to wade through bags to find it. Inconvenient. Always in bottom of last bag.

Want to cook. Want to make biscuits, roast turkey, and stirfry. Odd.

Thirsty. Throat sore. First time I've slept on a little (single? double(not twin?)) bed since I was with Kynnin in high school. Rats are glad to have me back. Love you guys.

I believe in the efficiency of systems. I believe that small short cycles involve less wasted energy and are thus better for things.

I had a dream about a MacDonalds inside an IGA that served MacDonaldsized chinese desserts.

The boys may meet each other tomorrow. Very different ideologies. Will be amusing but worrisome-- not worrisome if I didn't care about them both so much.

Date with Juggler tomorrow night. Miss him so much. Want to listen to him talk, but so hard to get him to do so sometimes.

Mmmm. Food. Back to sleep.

Love you all, you know.

Fridge Magnet

tells me:

Faith is starting before you know how it will turn out.

pieman, do you remember where my post on faith was?