I believe in you...

Happy new year, bitches kids. I made it through to 2013. But I don't know how much longer I'm going to stick around until I scoot off to my next big adventure. Things have really been slowing down for me here in the Castro. The 'nip doesn't do much for me anymore, and neither does the allure of the front and back yards, with their squirrels and birds and grass and stuff...

Jim and Jason had a hard weekend figuring it all out, but we talked it through as a family. By chance, they ran into a friend who gave them some sage advice. This shopkeeper appeared like Merlin or a gypsy fortuneteller or some shaman in a weekend matinee rom-com. Go figure. But what he said really resonated with the boys, and it opened their eyes to what I've already known for a while--it'll be time to go soon.

Then he sold 'em a vintage dining table. Photos to follow.

 

I'm spending a lot of time in bed these days...

 

But the boys wander around the weekends, taking walks to find magical places.

 

And then they come home to keep me warm and tell me all about their adventures.