I want to sell my soul for money - in the short term. I don't want to go into debt in order to open a coffee shop.
And, I don't have the energy to cram 28 credit hours of school into my life... or even do it leisurely (not here, anyway).
In other worlds:
Had a wonderful morning at the coffee shop. The chief and I talked olympics, coffee, beer, camping... the usual stuff. I've tried to introduce him to Ed Abbey:
"Do not jump into your automobile next June and rush out to the Canyon country hoping to see some of that which I have attempted to evoke in these pages. In the first place you can't see anything from a car; you've got to get out of the goddamned contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hands and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbrush and cactus. When traces of blood begin to mark your trail you'll see something, maybe. Probably not." ~Edward Abbey - introduction to Desert Solitaire.
Chief didn't seem interested.
There are high clouds over the valley today, but the inversion layer has yet to be blown out. The air is nasty, and bothering my throat. Too many cars driven by too many people... we live in a damn fish tank and are swimming around in our own fecal matter. This air is going to give me cancer... I know, I know.
Final thoughts before I leave the library and walk home:
For once in my life... I like valentines day. Strange, indeed... and, I can't help but feel very fortunate and grateful that at, this point in my life, I have someone very special to share life with. Thank you, ryn... I love you.