No real stress. No computers. Very little phone interaction- told them I was unable to receive signal- which proved a lie, but whatever.
No time schedule. No need to get rolling and out the door. Just leisure. And mom made pudding. Just like when I was little. And saw dad. And saw others whom I love.
And there were wild kitties, deer, sunshine, walks in fields far from home, singing children on the plane, members of the National Guard and Air Force returning home, cowboys, grandmas and other assorted influences.
But the desired result- complete shut down, didn't really happen. Because the nightmare- the yellow LED lights, followed me. Even there.
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mhm.
just as i expected.
it's the Curse.
it's why i drink.
profusely.
and frequently.
Agreed. Thank god for Jack Daniels #7 and high altitudes.
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