we had lunch after service today; felt good being together, even if john was falling sick and kind of quiet. (get better soon, pilot boy(: )
danny says we’re old now, but i think it’s a good kind of old. although, so many things have happened over the past two, three years, i have loose ends streaming here and there. i suppose some stories take awhile.
i leave soon, my usual retreat to the mountains. to think over- what, this year, last year, the past two, three years. this year was quite tiring after all. practically every year flies by and we exclaim in disbelief; this one didn’t.
according to the first page of fissions, these were what happened: john’s leaving, a consideration of the past four years, and the beginning of this. well i’m at the end now. mm and hobbamp.
danny tells me to “just write stuff in (my) journal”, and joy has just called in panic over messenger bags. travis is playing on my itunes, the last thing my bedroom will hear before i return with the new year. i think i’m done packing, getting ready to bid the year goodbye. farewell.