I am ecstatic to to be coming home but I still don't know how it's all gonna play out...that reoccurring melodrama that plays out in my head...well some coffee was spilt onto the script before I could read what comes next...but as I see it, that's just the name of the game and I'm just bitching about the rules. I will return home, and I will make my exodus a second time...with my car and tools...and freedom. I look forward to seeing all my friends, and my daughter, and my cats and my family and Minneapolis. Home sweet home.
Prepare for the madness...
