![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glad to be home
Jul. 23rd, 2002 07:43 pmWetting my hair helps to cool me down.
I can wander around naked if I want.
My cats love me.
Wim is here for my snuggling and kissing pleasure.
There are two tomatoes almost ready to eat (& other planty goodness).
I biked!
My books, my art, my bed, my kitchen.
It's always a little like a vacation wasn't really part of life when I get back. I feel that way setting out, too. Things carry over, and I remember what's happened, but it's like going into the fairy hill. Time runs differently, and things are not the same kind of real.
I can wander around naked if I want.
My cats love me.
Wim is here for my snuggling and kissing pleasure.
There are two tomatoes almost ready to eat (& other planty goodness).
I biked!
My books, my art, my bed, my kitchen.
It's always a little like a vacation wasn't really part of life when I get back. I feel that way setting out, too. Things carry over, and I remember what's happened, but it's like going into the fairy hill. Time runs differently, and things are not the same kind of real.
