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[serene]

A neighbor left a bag full of her homegrown squash and other stuff on our
doorstep. I love our neighborhood.

Guy wrote this about my anxiety today, and I instantly felt better:
"Yeah, the feeling seems to be going around. Maybe we can find some
pocket dimension outside our time stream that we can rest in for a few
weeks. One with lots of pillows, creamy foods, and maybe a pool."

Almost time to go home, yay. Well, two hours, but that's almost, right?

Comments

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

Wow. That sounds like what I used to imagine when I was a kid. Hell, I still wish I could go there even today.

A friend of mine when once while referring to the disappearance of mon chat gris <> accidently spelled "pocket" as "pockey" I thought it was cool and have used it ever since when trying to find him. Besides, Pockey is not a bad thing.

It's yummers and cutesy all at the same time.

[wordweaverlynn.livejournal.com]

Sign me up for Guy's paradise. Especially if I can bring books, and genies get us packed and moved and unpacked while I'm floating in bliss somewhere else.

[stonebender.livejournal.com]

Of course we can! What kind of paradise would it be if we couldn't?!