How very strange it is, the winding down of this summer. Scorpio is usually my busiest time of year. But for reasons not yet known, I have come to a soft stop. Not a grinding halt with horrible consequences surely to follow, but a gentle, soft stop. There are projects going on all around the house; landscaping, air duct work, plumbing, a roofing crew comes next week! And yet I dare to arrive home from a long day of service in hell's kitchen and settle calmly into the comforting routine that places the reigns of my life back into my own hands, without so much as a "Humph!" uttered. Imagine that. I could easily look around me and do the expected: mutter and fuss and then head to the safety of a long bath, door locked, phone on vibrate, world be damned.
11:33 p.m. - 2009-09-08
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