. . . I am leaving soon. I am going to go somewhere else.
This old dog is tired.
I’m sick of this cafeteria food.
And so on.
As much as I miss Virginia, there is no place for me there anymore. I will probably roam the Pacific Northwest until the first mushroom cloud hits Washington, D.C.
And then what is anyone’s guess.
Whichever mass grave still has room for me, I reckon!!