I almost had a bonfire tonight. Then I realized that I can't picture sitting around a bonfire by myself. (First of all: painful to attempt that.)
I miss my B. I want that house he's looking at, the one with the giant yard, where Huck could run free while we had a bonfire and talked. Where I could grow an enormous garden, or maybe have the same amount of vegetables, spread out so that I'm not growing a jungle. Maybe we could get a goat? Probably not a goat. I think it's just the knowlege that we could have a goat that I like about that place. You think that if they allow a goat, they'd allow chickens, right? Maybe a couple of chickens. (Whenever I think about my desire for chickens, I think of this bookwhich, by the way, is a very good book.)
This is pretty much a stream-of-consciousness post, and my consciousness is being interrupted by the fireworks, so I'll leave you to your day. Carry on, and all that.