Been thinking of moving back to Los Angeles.

It's just not working for me here. I got a rash. It may be some kind of thing from cutting wood. Or some weird backwoods virus. Or it's just a sign from God that I'm not meant to be here.

Since I've been here I've braved a flood to save some goats, rescued a lost cow, weathered two tornadoes, been without power and internet, slid on the frozen ground of numerous ice storms...

There have been some bad things too.

And some good things, just can't think of them at this moment.