Day 3: Spirits have improved a bit since the last time I commented. Such spirits as Smithwick's, Goose Island IPA and Hoptical Illusion, to name a few. Also, my own. MasterofNone NutbrownAle. I still don't think I would want to live here again, but time changes things. Back, forth, and eventually back again, it seems. Truth is, I follow my gut, and my gut has me in Atlanta right now. I still entertain thoughts of the West coast, the Colorado mountains, Boston and the Pacific Northwest. About the only place I can't possibly see myself considering would be the Midwest or plains states. So, that means you should probably be looking for the year of blogging Oklahomically before too long. Irony is like the wind. You don't know where it comes from or where it's going, can't see it, can't stop it, but you know it's there.
I have to say, though, it has been a relaxing vacation. I am half way through Endurance, a book which took none when compared to the book I read for the club last month, which I am still only just halfway through, and hope to be finished with by the time the dogwoods bloom (Marchish).
This has been brought to you under the influence of Ess-a-Bagel coffee. 'What's that? Ess-a-Bagel.'
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