GROWING UP MEANS SAYING: listen, thanks for the invitation and I'm sorry I'm bowing out so late in the game but you see, I'm just feeling all kinds of

anxiety about the whole thing which is probably a way for my soul of saying, 'Uh?! Bad idea.' so because of the this and probably to the great benefit and boundless joy of my body, my mind (well -maybe not my whole mind), my heart and my soul, I'm gonna have to cancel tonight.
Sorry.



I've been snowed it.
Well isn't that ironic ?!
Stuck in paradise with a few of my favourite things: calm, freshness/crispness, unpopulation. And I have a 1000 piece puzzle of the ceiling of the Sistine chapel.
Now I just have to figure out how to get rid of the phone, the internet and the TV signal.

Sendin' letters to good folk.