A hard trip ahead with this weather, but I need to do this. For me. I checked the weather for the trip and it keeps changing. Except they all say my return will be a beautiful day.
It was a strange day yesterday — my drill broke on me when I was working on my sword umbrella, and my clipper also broke just before going out.
The charger for a battery broke also. This is very strange. When things go wrong, nothing can help.
A French poem. This one is very special for me.
Quand ton sang et son sang se mélangent
Tu pars et tu l’accompagnes au bout de ses nuits blanches
Mais elle trouv’ra toujours un toit
Fera l’amour à d’autre que toi
Il y aura toujours quelqu’un
Pour danser avec elle
Et si ta vie se résume à finir ici
Tu cherches ta délivrance et tu souffre en silence
A little bondage angel.
