Home, home again
It's good to be here when i can
After 117 days of homelessness, i am finally here. Thanks to all of you who put me up this past spring/summer/fall. "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." I am listening to Pink Floyd's Echoes, which is pretty good as compilations go. The window is open and the cool air feels good. Elena and i only speak Spanish, which is great for me. And i like Martin (Mar-teen) the gato. He loves me. All cats love me. And we have power! But after a month of traveling from Getafe to Madrid, and returning to Geta this weekend, i am tired in my soul. On a positive note, who knew i had one?