Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Thursday, 11 April 2013

This blog will shortly resume.

I've been travelling for a zillion hours.
I want to go to bed, but if I do, then I'll wake up at about two in the morning, still on Texas time.
I need to go out and buy food and milk.

Update when my brain catches up.

But I can tell y'all, that when I touched down at London Heathrow, I wanted to walk straight over to the gate that was boarding a flight back to Texas.

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red dirt girl12 April 2013 at 00:57
And I would have stolen your passport and kidnapped you before you left if I thought it would not adversely affect your visa process .....

I'm planning on writing those letters.
Soon.
Oprah will want you live on TV in a dramatic 'REVEAL'. Just warning you ahead of time.

I miss you.
Come back.

xxxxx
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bulletholes12 April 2013 at 14:13
I wondered when you'd come up for air. Do they say that over there, "come up for air"?
If not, RDM will have to show you how that works.
Hey Souby!
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