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After Aletta’s wedding, I drove to Foxboro, Mass. to see my college and post-college roomie Maria.

And I’m an idiot. I didn’t take her picture. That was a big mistake, since she looked fantastic. I do have a photo from last November, though:

We sat up and talked for a little while and then I settled into an airbed (I love these airbeds) in her living room. I slept very well, and when we woke up in the morning I was all ready to go. Maria, her sweet sister Clara and I sat around for a bit then Maria and I went off to get breakfast. I had eggs benedict at a nice little restaurant in the center of Foxboro.

It was far too little time to spend, but that’s all I had. I hit the road toward the Boston airport. The drive was fine - even the tunnel - and I turned in my car and picked up the bus for the airport. I was there a bit early; after my previous travels, I wasn’t taking any chances about missing my plane.

I had some coffee, picked up a new key-chain, and smoked far too many cigarettes outside the terminal.

I had some time to think and to reflect upon what this week of freedom and love has really meant to me.

I feel energized and grounded.

The week was magickal. Butterflies and birds followed me. It was a glimpse of the deeper life that I’ve been missing lately.

Gratitude to the cosmos. Thanking you, fervently, for the taste of happiness.

Maybe it can get to be a habit.