the wheel turns
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I have a temp job, which may be two months, may be six to eight months -- still too early to say. I have a (nother? new?) sweetie, who gets along swimmingly with Soren, and is becoming increasingly dear to me; how this will turn out, again, too early to say. The apartment is beginning to look more like a home than an accumulation of belongings, and I am smiling a lot.
Off to work, on another amazingly foggy Seattle morning. Out before sunrise, into a grey mist where anything could happen.
I have a temp job, which may be two months, may be six to eight months -- still too early to say. I have a (nother? new?) sweetie, who gets along swimmingly with Soren, and is becoming increasingly dear to me; how this will turn out, again, too early to say. The apartment is beginning to look more like a home than an accumulation of belongings, and I am smiling a lot.
Off to work, on another amazingly foggy Seattle morning. Out before sunrise, into a grey mist where anything could happen.