- Galway Kinnell, 1980
It's the time of the term when the sequestering is total, the rambling rampant. This picture is largely ceremonial, because, well, really. Whose workspace looks like this? You should see the pile of peer reviewed articles I've got going in the next room. I'm nose-deep in contextual family therapy, community forums, agency assessment ... But what can I say?
I love what I do.
I love where I'm at.
(Even though it makes me wistful of other people's places in life, as I so eloquently and maturely described in the previous post.)
This is the time of the term when there is no extra time and Shoes and I will next see each other on Memorial Day. You didn't hear it from me, but a little bird (Ie: his mom) called me to drop hints they may be ring shopping. (They may kill each other in the process, but I can't help but find it incredibly endearing that my love is taking his mom to look at rings.)
Now, onward. Forward. Upward.
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