Been Back
Now for two weeks and I can’t say what a pleasure it has been. I can’t. Not for it my vacation or for time spent here these two weeks. Nope, I can’t. Still sick feeling and when I’m not that, feel weird. On top of all that heavy oppression of doubt and misery, uncertainty and confusion. Too bad too, because obviously there have been some glorious moments, both here and abroad, that have kept me…if not struggling onward, then at least piqued that some OTHER is about some where or place/state, that if I can just find the key, I can be fully occupied, or not, because I’ve just been occupied, had some fun here and there and great fun it’s been; occupied at work and other sundry. And this whole bit about my not being able to say what a pleasure it’s been, has been, or, IS, but a lie. Because I’ve had that; pleasure, leisure, relaxation, and the misery doubt confusion, uncertainty. So, I’ve had the life full of late, haven’t I? From unit # 9630
