8:30 pm: I am ready to go to bed. But it's too early. The sun is long gone from here. I read a few short stories from Margaret Atwood's Good Bones.
Attempted to sleep, but still restless. I go through periods of non-sleep to exhausted sleep. She says I am too eager. Is she right? Does she know me better than I know myself?
It is amazing how so many drifts in the storm can make you so strong-willed. It's good to know which clothes to arm yourself with and what equipment to take on the path with you each day. It ensures your survival.
The snowman reminds us not to throw our discarded Starbucks cups on the ground.
The Rolling Stones - Let It Loose
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