It's nine p.m. Friday night, quiet and cool in the Shire. Beestowitz has belly-wobbled off to the bedroom after eating all her food. I'll follow in an hour or two. Near the end of The Hunger Games (good read, BTW, I'll be reviewing it) and I want to see how it ends.
I'm going through a post-dream come true kinda what- let down? Deflation? After something incredible happens does the rest of life always seem like some mix of stress and boredom or is the recent memory being so huge what makes regular life blah?
Is this a "how ya gonna keep em down on the farm after they've seen Pa-reeee?" thing? Seriously, it's been many years since there was such a huge deal in my life. Mission accomplished, aside from the thank you (and explanation) note I'll send Greg. And it was a great ride, beginning to end.
Guess I need a new mission. Hmmm.
There Ya Gogh!
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