Saturday, November 18, 2006

24 Hours In a Day

The thing about being in the forest is you don't do much. Your big excitement is when you find a baby scorpion on the bathroom floor and wonder, as you sit down to your business, where mama is...

You feel like the world has stopped and you got off. At least I do, at least in the first month... still dizzy from the momentum and happy to find myself on a more firma terra: "You mean there really are 24 hours in a day?" What a relief. Not much to blog about, though.

Mom, Dad, I'm okay.