So I came home to discover that a fuse blew. I make do. That is what life is, two years to the day after I gave up teaching, in spirit.

With four outlets, my internet is now netbook only, my cable internet due to be canceled, and only a computer and a dim light til morning.

So I am climbing back on the love wagon. Or like wagon. This new guy is charming. He is the holy trinity: sex drinking conversation. I just need to remember not to move too fast. World enough and time.

So Plan A is in place, and ready to go. I meet this with some ambivalence, but I think that it might simply have to be okay, as it’s only the next couple of years with decades still to come.