up too early with a cat in my face demanding that she be fed. fed her. checked mail. back to bed for 20 minutes till i faced the inevitable. to the shower. i have been cleansed. now the big decision is to write or do some 5:30 am grocery shopping. i will manage both i suppose.

dreaming about a big vacation. bigger than any i got planned right now. i could use a month on a beach in some interesting local (rhodes? maybe there is someplace in lebanon for me?) where i could forget that i have all this stuff, and all that i feel obligated to get done. am i turning into my pops? have i already turned?

a big vacation by myself. someplace fairly well travelled and hot. someplace where i can have a drink in the middle of the day. a place where i can sit down with a stranger and bum a smoke, just to make conversation, ignoring the fact that i don't smoke. a place that can both over and underwhelm me in the space of a day.

ok. so basically i want to go back to roatan in 1995.

dreamer.