I left the state of Georgia. It was time to go. I’m not going to labor over a detailed account. It was a happy pause in a new setting. It was nice to hold hands before the credits rolled.
Now I am in the state of Alabama. I am in the great state of feeling happily alone. More specifically, I am in a Walmart parking lot. The pavement is mostly level, but the spot which I’ve chosen has a lean. I’m keeping it.
More wine and more cooking. I eat my quinoa-plus-one: pulses or legumes.