Peelin’ off my boots and chaps
I’m saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks
I scream for more
Fools’ gold out of their mines
The girls are soaking wet
No tongue’s drier than mine
I’ll come when I get back
We have settled in Asheville for the next year in an apartment. We weren’t ready for the whole house deal yet. It is not something I want to do twice. That means I am connected again, modernly. Meaning, I have a high speed internet connection again.
We are just barely done getting the apartment settled and tidied up. It is a much smaller place than we are used to – one bedroom. This is the first time since I got married that I haven’t had an office of my own. The books have to stay mainly packed and I will have to write on a tiny coffee table in the kitchen, or on my living room recliner.
Good thing I’ve been using a program like Scrivener this whole time as I can’t afford to have paper all over the place…
But I do have the internet back. Tried the unplugging. You can’t go back.