Pets are like children.  I've felt like such a terrible person since Tycho died.

I need to pare down my belongings.  No more bed.  No more Books.  No more chair.  No more filing cabinet.  No more pots and pans and notebooks and desk and posters and lizard cage.

I need to be mobile, alive, inspired, ready to strike.  These are things I need.    I need to be on the open road with plans ahead and memories behind.  I'm on track to be a human being.

I'm skating on an ice rink in Eau Claire.  Colby Cody?  Something on the north side.  No one is there like usual.  I'm skating the circumference.  Counter clockwise.  I was going clockwise before, but honestly, I'm not that good at crossovers in that direction.  I'm tired, but I'm skating and skating and the amber light is shining down and there is nothing else.  It is a little bit frustrating to me that all this money goes to my college fund.  But whatever.  There isn't any difference later, it's still going to my college fund.  Retroactively.  

Unlacing my skates.  The laces are tight and my skin is dry and cracking.  I don't really care about it that much.  Alone.  I am pretty alone.  The rink is on the southeast side.  Shawtown?  I'm listening to spiders (kidsmoke), looking at a "no smoking" sign, reading a book by the Dalai Lama about how it is okay to be alone.