The time difference in Europe suited me better... the thing is... I've
always come here when I'm happy or at least content. Never when I am sad.
The other time was when I as angry. But that is now long past.

These days, I am sort of surviving and yet in another space. It is like I
am on another planet. Perhaps one with a second sun or something.

I am busy from dawn till dusk during the week. I have a couple of whiskies
in the evening and then crash. On the weekend I sleep a lot and then
read... lots of reading.

Today, I just worked in one of my carts and made coffee and chatted to
people and ended up thinking of you lot. I read the group most days but
sometimes now I read less.

It is nothing to do with you. You, I find ever more important and needful
of things. Ever more real. I guess it is a supply and demand thing. Once
my real need becomes apparent I telescope myself into it.

Life is beyond me or anything I can do about it. I am in a stream and the
best I can do is push against the hardest and most dangerous currents.
Edge myself into a quiet cull de sac where I may devise a means of
survival at it's most comfortable.

Thanks for listening,