"comfort's a form of paralysis. It's stupefying. I don't want to waste my golden years in a goddamn cocoon." -Tom Robbins

the Year of the Swashbuckle

The year is accelerating to a stop, and I have a dozen things that I wanted to comment on / process in the written word, etc. But I am running out of time and having trouble focusing on any of them. The fall season is over.

My swampy brain cells are bloated. Saturated. Increasing intercranial pressure.

I'm heading out WEST this winter for some detoxifying adventure. not detox in terms of intoxicants, necessarily, but detox from processed food and walled rooms and stability and responsibility. My freewillastrology of the week encourages me to pursue swashbuckling, defined as being a daredevil or reckless, impetuous, irresponsible person. I really like that advice. I'm making very few plans, ala chose your own adventure.

I don't think that I like working!