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⚑ December 14, 2012

β›΅ πŸ—Ώ 🌸 β˜• πŸ’° 🏠 πŸ„ πŸ“š πŸš€ ⚑ 🐭 πŸ““ 🌳 πŸ’Œ 🍁

A plastic flamingo in the snow.

A plastic flamingo in the snow.

Only two days lost in the mire. I am now back in the Happy Hippy Hut, and here’s how I got here.

– oh, before we start. I am playing around with new names for Nero and Blase, and I’ve changed, for the moment, the project from Nero to Nora, just as a joke. It’s always been The Red Book, and it still is The Red Book.

Basically, I was down on my hands and knees with the vacuum cleaner, going in to clean behind the washing machine in the laundry closet. So Cinderella! And as I began I heard a small voice inside speak up: β€œWhat am I punishing myself for?”

I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s like taking your chicken and eggs tribute to the king in your little basket covered with a bright napkin. The king peeks inside. β€œRejected!” He says. So it is. So be it.

And, it’s only taken two days out of my march to glory. My path. My mission. I was just at the beginning of Chapter 38. So, when you do read the finished book, I wonder if there will be a noticeable change in that chapter. Time will tell.

But, let it be known that I am determined, even though my feet be cold. I’m thinking 42 chapters, give or take. Just in time. πŸ““