It's nice to be able to sit here and take inventory of all the things I no longer have to give a shit about.

I may have built a small part of this circus. My name might still be on some of the rides, in cracked and peeling paint. But I've got no more monkeys to feed, and the only clown I have left to worry about is a pretty & reasonably lo-hijink dragon harlequin. She might perform occasional acts of glamour and illusion, but she almost never *honks*.

I get lonely sometimes but the quiet feels good, man. Maybe I'll swing by the big top incognito again one of these days. Just to make sure the lions are getting proper exercise. But I'm not gonna tell anyone who I am.

I'm sorely tempted to tell a maximum of three people when/if I visit Seattle.