think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home

Day 26: "Night"
Very rarely, the night life in that sleepy town
looked like the night life every where.
Now and then, I feel my age. Worn out, sad, beat up, exhausted, weary, wrung dry, sore. Today is one of those times. It should have been a good day--there were elements that could have led to a good day. Overall, though, it's left me bruised and aching.

I need a break from this life. A weekend, a week, a month. Some time off.

Wish that were an option.

[the title quotation is by James Joyce, from Ulysses]

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