Crazy times--drove to LA for a family reunion, partied until late, got home at 230 in the morning. We got our first offer on the house this morning, and have countered it, it being a trifle lowballish. All tizzied up contemplating the many steps in casting off here, and making a new harbour. I don't believes snails, snakes and such critturs go through these heeby-jeebies when shifting housings, do they? Little birds do flitter and flutter a lot but they seem to know what to do without any wild-eyed planning sessions. Sometimes the burden of a human identity makes me want to take a lifetime off and just be a beluga or sea-bass or some such for a cycle to re-balance. "I was a highwayman, Along the coast toad I did ride, Sword and pistol by my side..." A
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