. . . 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!!