One of those slow magazine reading banana pancake eating days with flat waves and quiet everywhere and the JJ floating in and out of little restaurants. and know that if I knew all the answers, I would

I have to go home eventually, I don't really have one, but that's nothing new. The world has not revealed itself one star at a time since I've been here, but I think I can breathe again. I've read books and been floating in the sea and it's ok. I've settled into a pretty peaceful pattern here.

The idea of going home and working at a job I can't just quit is vaguely terrifying but is kind of what's going to happen until I figure out what else is going to happen. You know. Tonight there's a jam down the beach and I'm going to try and stay up past my 9:30 bedtime for the revelry...