i have just spent the last 12 hours on email. that's right. half a whole day. there's another half a day more i could do, though i've made a dent.

this is the price. that i pay, and would gladly pay again, for 3 days away from my many accounts, queer queries, tiresome tirades, rushed requests...

three days in which to frolic in the woods (throwing windfall apples, picking burrs off of fleece burred eternal, hunting mushrooms); in which to make sweet, slow, hard-core, life-loving, flesh-adoring love; in which to stroke forbidden kitten fur and eat eggs from 9 new chickens; in which to play games (charades, board games, war games) and gamble; in which to visit families and friends; breath smoke into tired lungs; get sick but well at the same time.

and as always, left wanting more.

(which is always better than leaving wanting less!)