Wednesday, January 7, 2004

Back home.

From the land of elven queens. Who supposedly will cast a spell on you. Enchanting. Bewildering.

For a trip down to Mother Earth, opening up a few weeks worth of bills will bring you down faster then just about anything else. Especially if your kitchen sink turns out to have started to leak while you were away. And if the temperature is dropping to 0 (yes, zero) fahrenheit outside.

Luckily, these parts of the country have their own angels fluttering about. They tend to take in forsaken creatures and nurse them back to health with red wine and a warm heart. Which is simply heavenly for weary travellers...