there's talk of wildflowers up at the lake. we hope to get up there, though the next time R is off early, we're going to get my social security card replaced. but we'll get up to the lake again. we'll get to fire and ice as well. she is leaving in july. by then the car will be fixed and i'll have my license and everything will be hunky dory. right? sure, why not.

it's so obvious that i don't write this for an audience. such drivel when i read back over it. the chunks of clever are so well hidden that i don't even get the jokes i make after a while. but typing makes me feel better. like holding a gun in battle, holding the words in the battle of my whirling brain.