The Surfer and I worked our asses off yesterday in the ill house cleaned it out everything gone gone gone including The Surfer's roses that he planted way back when he was in high school. It is such a relief to be rid of that horrible place the sad junkies and evil landlord the thieves and gang bangers and pimps and crime.

Now to unpack which will be a joy and I can take my time at it no more restraints no more push push push.

It is New Year's Eve a good time to mark the year. I am not going to do bibliomancy readings this year because last year two people complained about their readings and inside I thought fuck it one of those people actually took me to task about her reading in a private message and I undid her after I explained that I open a book put my finger on a line and that's it. There is very little me involved and very much of the universe and the voice inside books if you believe.

All my cast iron pans are in the trunk of my car and I am loathe to take off my nightgown (it has holly berries on it sheesh) and walk up the trail to fetch it. We have been eating on the run for a month and last night we had our first sit down dinner at our actual real table. Soup that I made the day before and cream cheese havarti cranberry and spinach sandwiches on rye. Delicious. I was too tired to even crawl under my covers.

I have interlubes back thanks to Wave Internet a small company on the island with super speedy connections.

I have teevee cable even though I haven't had time to watch yet.

I owe you all so much. I owe you all everything.