I can wear socks again. The rains have temporarily stopped.

They bombed the trains. I don't think I like them too much.
Its easy to dislike an unknown.

Secrecy is a friend going away,
I am incapable of work of substance. I must learn to accept it.

I'm glad two people have offered to clean my feet.
I will take them both up on it.


Its the end of an era and I miss the window.