back to the Garden

Its been about a week since I moved back home to Jersey. I decided to end The Mission early. Since my parents are wintering in Utah, I'm home alone. I'm wearing many layers and Al's thick flannel robe, which makes me feel like both like a king and a pimp. But mainly it keeps me warm. I cant get used to the chill thats in these ol' bones. Hot showers are nice though. I went a couple years of bathing myself with a bucket and scoop, and the water was cold needless to say. I go to sleep here with my layers and robe on under a down blanket, and wake up in the middle of the night hot and bothered. I miss sleeping with no shirt and no blanket under a mosquito net so the buggers don't get me.

I haven't blogged in a while because things were hectic on th Phlip the last few months. Good hectic for the most part. Just the day to day living I grew accustomed to. Now I'm getting used to living inside through this machine again. (Insert musings on the collective consciousness, second life, etc. etc.) I'm also getting used to living inside my head, being alone with my own thoughts again: usually occupied with what tasks I need/want to do, but occasionally a gem of insight pops up. (blah blah blah)

I woke up the other night because the phone rang at 2:30 then at 3:50. I couldn't go back to sleep because I felt scared. So I laid in bed watching PBS until I woke up and it was time to make breakfast and take a hot shower.