Waiting for a business call and working on my stock photo portfolio. But the problem is, it all feels odd. And then I step out to grab a cola and get some fresh air, and coming back I see the two old propane tanks that came out of our motorhome when I put the new ones in. And I realize that I’m not in Alaska, and that my motorhome is a thousand miles away, and that my girlfriend is eight hundred miles away, and that solvency is thousands of dollars away, just like that.
Just like that.
And I see my breath and it all sucks really, really hard and it kills me. It just kills me.